I finally hiked up Stellenbosch Mountain yesterday. When I say hiked up, I mean walked around. I started out and as I got closer to the mountain I noticed that it was not one, but in fact three peaks. Obviously I wanted to climb the highest one because...well what would be the point otherwise. Of course, the highest one is also the furthest away, so I start walking around the base to get to a trail leading up to my desired peak. However, the walking around was significantly less exciting than hiking up, but there was still no trail. After a couple attempts and bushwacking and getting driven back by poke-y bushes, I gave up and started telling myself stories to keep it interesting.
When I was a kid I was really into Nancy Drew books and other mysteries. This, combined with the active imagination of my youth, resulted in a lot of my time spent observing things and creating mysteries out of them. An example one of my best friends back home might remember, is when we were sleeping out in my bowler trailer and observed my neighbours preparing to get drunk and murder someone with a baseball bat. Now there was probably a more reasonable explanation to them walking into the house with a cooler and baseball bat, but there definitely wasn't a more interesting one.
Along a similar trend I decided to create a mystery for my little hiking adventure. As I was walking I heard a chainsaw and saw some people cutting down trees in a nearby stand. Being both a forester and detective at heart, I decided this must be investigated. This intestigation involved me sneaking up on them in the bushes and talking to myself. Then running away in mock terror when they happened to walk my way. I figure if I keep doing stuff like this randomly, I'm going to go down in history as a local hero.
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"combined with the active imagination of my youth" - Oh, you old hag, you.
ReplyDelete:-) I try to balance being elderly with acting like a 5-year old
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