Write about your strongest memory of heart-pounding belly-twisting nervousness: what caused the adrenaline? Was it justified? How did you respond?
Sometimes fear grips me at the most inopportune time. In these moments I freeze, which is unfortunate. I had this reaction this past weekend when I was at a workshop and was suddenly face to face with my old friend, glossophobia (fear of public speaking). I was called upon to give an elevator speech. I waited to go and listened to others first. After hearing a few others I felt brave and stood up. I started speaking and started out well, but then I froze and I couldn’t finish. I sat down and felt completely deflated.
It reminded me of the time I was hiking with Rafael at Castle Rock in the Santa Cruz Mountains. We reached a point on the path where the trail on one side was a sheer drop down the side of the mountain. On the other side of the trail were cables one could hold on to to help them across the trail. I saw the cables and the cliff and said, “Fuck. No.” I sat there for a long time while Rafael talked me into crossing. He even demonstrated how safe it was by walking in the middle of the path and jumping up and down without the use of the cables. After several minutes of cheering me on, I finally gathered my courage and started across. Palms sweating profusely, I grabbed the cables and walked slowly. I got halfway across and the panic started. I froze. I couldn’t go any further. I cried because I just could not move and fear completely engulfed me. Rafael helped me across but, again, I was deflated. I felt bad for letting fear get the better of me.
Almost to the top!
We finally hiked to the top of the Salmon River Trail today! It was 8 miles when all was said and done. My legs and feet hurt.
I did something completely different and carried along my digital camera. I had some interesting insights in which I came to the conclusion that film is far superior to digital. I think this, really, came about because I am not used to all of the choices involved in digital photography. I like to go completely manual when I shoot (for the most control over the shot) but there is so much to remember. So many buttons to push. It is irritating, frankly. It is too technical. I like that, with film, you only have to think about exposure (you don’t even have to worry about iso!). The rest of your brain can be used for composing the shot. And you aren’t distracted by the image because you have to wait to see the image.
I do like that I can shoot video with my digital camera, though. Here is a video that I took at the top of the hike, the turnaround point. There are fantastic views of the Salmon River Gorge which is virtually impossible to get to (a few kayakers have braved it). The wind was blowing too hard and I was afraid to get too close to the edge. You can hear me blathering on about something in the background but it is too windy to hear.
I realized, just now, that I did this last year, too. I am now going to make this a “thing.”
We went for a lovely walk to Wahclella Falls on the Columbia Gorge. Since photos can’t really do it justice (and I suck at waterfall photos) here is a video. It was very loud.
Continuing my scanning spree, here is a photo I took hiking Tom, Dick, and Harry Mountain. As you can see, it was a beautiful, clear day and we got a fantastic view of Mt. Hood. It was the first time I had been on this hike. Really fun! I learned a few things on this hike. First of all, I learned that 7 miles is the perfect distance for a day hike for me. I like it because you are not spending an entire day hiking, thus, I can still get stuff done. The bonus is that I am not dead tired the next day. The other thing is that Raf invented the most fantastic hiking beverage. It is a mix of water, coconut water, and a splash of lemon juice (no sugar or sweetener!) We may have also added a few chia seeds. It was the perfect drink for a hot hiking day. The lemon slaked our thirst and prevented us from drinking our water too fast. Coconut water replenises electrolytes.
This was made with my Yashica Mat 124g and Portra 160.
I haven’t been feeling well this past week. I have a cold. So I wanted to do something kind of mellow today, yet still get outside. We decided to go to Timberline Lodge and hike the short, 1 mile hike to the Buried Forest Overlook. Unfortunately, we missed the turnoff to it and our walk ended up much longer. To add insult to injury, we had to hike up a sandy hill to get back to Timberline Lodge.
It was an interesting hike, geologically and I got some shots with my Yashica Mat. Here is one that I took, recreated with my iPhone.
I was so sad to see that the trail to my favorite place, the secret island, was closed. I feel like something special was taken away from me.