|Posted on February 23, 2017 at 3:10 PM|
Travel Has Changed Me I No Longer Recognize Myself | Mountain Matron
As a child growing up in one of the largest metropolitan cities in the country my family circumstances didn’t allow for travel, so I never looked at travel as something I was missing. I didn’t grow up planning vacations and the outdoors was simply a part of life, and the mountains or travel wasn't something I ever looked at as an agenda.
Then I met my husband, he’s not from Arizona and when we first met he took me back home. The beach. I’d been to the beach once, as a child traveling with a casual family friend. That visit albeit exciting at the time, still never struck me as a need I should seek. That all changed when I saw the beach for the second time, and with my husband. We started the visit by stopping at a cove outside of the city he grew up in. We watched the sunset that night. Never again could I ever see traveling as something outside of my experience. Checking in to our hotel that night, a basic procedure of travel, was again, the most amazing moment. Floor by floor we rode the slow moving elevator. I hoped it would move at the slowest pace possible so I could forever see the clear image in the far distance, covered in city lights. The glow of the ocean went on as if it had no end. A moment, 20 years later I can still remember as if it happened this morning.
That trip went on for just a couple more days and my husband took me to many end’s reach of the freeways, finding special places only we shared. That was the first week my future was destined for short travel.
The funny thing about travel, there’s different layers to it. There’s international, domestic, road, air, water and city to city. All of which are the perfect combination for your comfort. Comfort is also a funny thing. It keeps you boxed in on most occasions, but it’s not until you get shoved past it that you see yourself in a further form.
For quite a while short road trips and familiar arenas were my only interest with travel and I only did it with my husband. It wasn’t until 5 years ago, when I began hiking as a serious lifestyle that I realized I had missed so many parts of travel all this time. It all started in my own home state and on my own two feet. Every trail you travel offers a piece to your complex puzzle of life. Some offer that unforgettable view of wildflowers that makes you notice them more day by day. Some offer challenges that remind you of life. Others will offer solace in a way you never expected. Then you have the ones that offer danger. Danger lurks everywhere, and I often hear people believe the mountains offer far more. I disagree, while mountains do in fact pose many, many dangers and need to be entered with respect, I have had more “bad” things happen on my own city streets that any mountain I have ever visited, so for me to say the mountains offer more it wouldn’t be quite right. They do however, expect a note of caution.
Something about scrambling up a steep limestone cliff with nothing but your own strength, navigating through a rigid forest, or meeting a peak that once taunted your fears that truly converts your mind into a powerhouse. My fear of flying, my fear of heights, my fear of poor navigation or inexperience was murdered bit by bit when I began hiking across Arizona. Travel has taken me awhile, longer than many, and it’s taken instances that at the moment seemed like failure to get where I am today, but with my first year bringing me to a road trip where I drove 8 hours towards Mt. Whitney then a moment in the mountains right outside Las Vegas, the second year turning me to Colorado where I stood above black diamond ski lifts, the third to Idaho for backpacking & river rafting, the fourth year Utah and the Grand Canyon(for the second time!), I would say it was well worth the wait.
To this day I seek to publish a book logging each of my destinations, experience by detailed experience. With a little sarcasm, a lot of trails, and a ton of food. I will currently continue to guide groups towards new adventure, post our website ramblings, and leap forward for what is yet to come, but I honestly would have zero interest, courage, nor the confidence had I not began trekking trails across Arizona during the winter of 2012. To the travel gods who with a lot of my own caution and intelligence keep me safe, I promise to take my children as often as they’ll join me. For you, the next time your friend that hikes and travels non-stop invites you to the mountain be confident in their trail choice, do your own research, stay in your comfort zone and most importantly, say yes.
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