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12:36 PM   [23 Jan 2012 | Monday]

When Life Gets Goofy, Take a Hike

Goofy. Most of us think about a large, cartoon dog with enormous floppy ears and a nose out to here and a voice that sounds, well, Goofy. Or we might think out something a tad out of sync or strange, funny, odd. You know...goofy. When I think goofy I tend to think of the out of sync side of things. Something just not quite right in my life. But other times I think about feeling silly.

Having given all the usual definitions I will move along so as not to lose your attention. I can't speak for the rest of the world, but we Americans have short attention spans. And I am no different. I am beginning to bore myself just a little.

A few months ago, I had completed yet another round of Ritauxin, which is a chemo type infusion medication used for Non Hodgkens lymphoma and rheumatoid arthritis, to name a couple. I suffer from rheumatoid arthritis. I was feeling a little down in the dumps...kind of goofy...and needed a pick me up. When I need a pick me up I put on the old hiking boots, lace them up, grab my walking sticks and take a hike. And then the goofiness least for a little while. We live in the beautiful Colorado Rockies and just outside our front and back doors are sights and sounds beyond description. AMAZING to say the very least.

But needing a bigger pick-me-up than usual I coerced my hubby into taking me a few miles up the road to the Colorado Trail just this side of Breckenridge. It was a beautiful sunny Sunday afternoon when we finally made it there. Early June and the Columbines were blooming. Five minutes into our hike, laden down with backpacks, cameras and heavy boots we were anxious to find the purple wonders of the Colorado State Flower. Turning the first corner of the trail I took in a deep breath and said, "Wow!" We were standing in the midst of a virtual expanse of purple with red Indian Paintbrush splased here and there. It was amazing. In all my years of hiking these mountains I have never seen anything like it. What a big picker upper! I said, "Lord, thank you. If we don't see another flower today, we've been blessed beyond words."

On we hiked seeing the remnants of early settlers, rock mounds left by Boy Scouts, and the tall conifers which surrounded us, enveloping us, giving us the feeling of something bigger than ourselves. We came to a clearing at the top of the mountain and the view was astounding. Cameras out! Ooohs and aahs. I've lived here for almost a quarter of a century and never tire of this incredible scenery. We sat on a bench left by someone as a gift to the trail system. Below us was a vast plain which housed a ranch with a large herd of Black Angus, a large barn, a mountain fed stream splitting the land and blessing it with much needed water. The highway we had traveled separated one ranch from another and to our left was Pikes Peak, and the area we call home. To the West was the mountains where the skiers migrate to every winter. On either side of us were massive evergreens and aspens and abundant wildflowers.

It began to rain. We knew our goofiness had been repaired, at least for today. The only question was this: do we run or walk? Either way we get soaked. So hand in hand, my beloved and I made our way back down the mountain, slowly walking through the forest, drenched by the rain, and thankful for the God who gives us remedies for the goofies!

Mood: calm
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StevenPaul1953 | Tue Jan 24, 2012, 16:01

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A good story, "Goofy!"...(kidding!) I can identify with this kind of "weirdness" of mind. We all can, I think. Thanks for sharing your day...


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