Written by Corey

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I have often wondered, while walking along a narrow trail, with a steep wooded or rocky incline next to me, what would happen if I fell. Would I simply slide along until something, say a rock or tree, broke my slide? Once my reverie is broken, I decide it probably wouldn’t be so bad. Of course it’s not something I ever planned on finding out.

Until today. Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity fuck. Without supplying too many details, a grouse had parked along the trail. A little grouse. He looked innocent enough, until we attempted to move past him. He was guarding this narrow path with his fuckity bird life. Oh come on, I thought, we’d come up this several hundred feet of trail and this mother fucking bird was not going to stop me. He called my advancing bluff and made towards me (like a mean mother fucker). Instinct took over and I made a slight quick “run” backwards away from-said scary psycho grouse.

This is where I now have some idea of what it would be like to hurtle down a mountain side. It’s not pretty. It hurts like hell. Those branches and shrubs along a trail will stab and scrap the fuck outta of you. And gravity, especially this high up, will work its physics magic and pull you down. In this moment, all you’ll think is “what is happening?….ouch-FUCK”. Once you stop, and the rush of movement has ceased, and you try to get back up-cuz believe me, you’ll be knee deep in dry brittle shit you never expected to be in-there will be a moment of utter shock.

Life is like this. Walking along on a sunny god damn day, minding your own business and BAM. Down you go.

This post is not a, woe is me post. Not at all. Fuck. I got people at home fighting a bigger fight than a few scratches.

But nothing like a tumble to make you take stock a bit. Shit goes down in this life-sometimes it’s you. The initial shock-the “what the fuck?”, the taking stock, the getting back up and the moving on will hopefully make you stronger. Sure as hell it’s with a bit more fight in you. Which believe me, helped me muscle through the remaining 1,000 feet in a mile to get my sorry ass to the top of the mountain.

I will say though that along the way, the wild flowers were still beautiful. The snow patch we had to cross made my heart race, but I sloughed through. Ultimately the top was glorious and the pizza tasted yummy as hell.

In summation. Fight the fight. Assess the situation. Love and support your people. To believe in this living is a hard road to go.

Corey