It definitely wasn’t the weekend I had planned. Packing up on Thursday I wondered what are we thinking? A 100% chance of rain - cold rain. Tent camping. And are we even going to get to ride our bikes? Arriving late. It would probably already be raining.. setting up in the rain.. ugh.
But, we’re adventure seekers and we went. It didn’t rain until after we got in our tents for the night. We were fine. Waking to cold and wet rain meant no riding the trails we were there for.. the kids traveling with us were soaking wet.. there was no where to sit.. on the way to the bath house I asked Jason to take me home. He was encouraging.. suggested we hold on a little longer..
Our friend Don naturally had an alternative.. did the teen boys have dry clothes to put on when we were done because we were going to be REALLY wet and cold.. and, we had to get their flooded tent squared away first and foremost.. begrudgingly I put on my riding gear to go ride the most peanut-buttery path I’ve ever ridden for 10 miles of gear grinding and sloshing around in wet sand and mud.
Settling into it I had a great time. Food after in a warm restaurant and then a big roaring fire and s’mores with great friends - laughing at ourselves - made it all worth it.
Being comfortable being uncomfortable is an ongoing lesson of adventure seeking. I am glad I didn’t go home - even though I 100% would have. We made memories we will never forget - memories we will laugh about until the end of our days. I am reminded that comfort is fleeting - my attitude towards it is everything. Having friends who talk you into ridiculous things is imperative. Now, to clean my bike.. and do a whole lot of laundry.