I love hiking. So much so that this summer we dragged our three-year-old on a ten mile hike through Samaria Gorge in Crete.
Now, I’m a tough (read: obstinate) Alaska girl- the guide books said to wear sunscreen, bring water, wear hiking shoes and a hat, blah, blah, blah. I wore sandals and a skirt. The locals were astounded when we said our daughter was going to hike the trail.
Did she make it to the end? Heck, yes!
(Did my husband carry her the last four miles? Heck, yes!)
But the point was that we did it. Together. The last few miles went on FOREVER. (In ninety-plus degree temperatures to boot.) But it was awesome.
Now whenever my daughter gets whiny we just remind her that she hiked Samaria Gorge without whining once. (Yes, there were ice cream bribes involved, but seriously- I needed bribes too.) And then we all swam in the Libyan Sea- utter heaven.
I feel like I’m hiking the last couple miles with HATSHEPSUT right now. I’ve come so far, but now it’s just one foot in front of the other.
I will survive. And when I get to the end I’m going to eat a lot of ice cream and swim in the ocean. Okay, I’m actually going to drink a bottle of really expensive red wine, but whatever.
Finish the hike! It’s not like we can stay on the trail, right?