The glossy covered magazine, which arrives tucked into our morning paper, lists over 20 hikes all within 10 miles of our house. The trails are laid out, mileage listed and ease/difficulty of each hike spelled out. I hand it to my husband. He glances at it. Looks at a few of the hikes on his ipad then says, “I have a better idea.”
See here’s what I have learned in over 30 years of marriage…men don’t follow directions and, mostly, never like to be told what to do. Unless they think of following the directions themselves and first, without coercion or suggestion, then the rules change. “What about the China hike?” I ask. It says moderate to strenuous and covers 6.5 miles with 1,300+ feet of elevation gain. I think it sounds interesting.
He fiddles on his ipad, hems a bit, then flips it around for me to see. “Narrow path. Rattle snakes. Nope. I’ll find something else. Trust me.”
The thing is I do. And actually he has me at rattle snakes.
Thirty minutes later we are loaded into the car, Mayhem (the pup) panting wetly in my ear. Using enlarged satellite images my husband (playing Tom Sawyer) finds a hiking area nestled in the city of Oak Park. I know we turn off Kanan Road and park at Oak Canyon Community Park. All else is a mystery as to how we get there.
Leaving the sidewalk behind, my husband decisively turns us up a dirt trail and our hiking begins. The trail climbs quickly and steeply (my first typical thought is, I hope I don’t have to come down this,) and soon we are completely away from concrete and cars.
The unknown calls to my husband. His steps quicken, he gait loosens, and his smile grows. Each fork in the path isn’t debated. He twists and turns us up the trails, following his inner sense of adventure. I stop trying to figure out where we are after the first three turns. All I absorb is that the path is wide, flanked by chaparral-like trees and bushes, and is 99% empty of people and human sounds.
Birds call. A hawk soars screeching overhead. (Mayhem in all her fluffiness may have looked like lunch at first.) Desert flowers bloom.
Where my husband relaxes instantly into the uncharted, I follow hesitantly, gauging the trail, a few steps behind. Then, all I want to do is hike forever. I want to try each trail. Now. I want to see what’s over the next ridge. I get where he is, I just own it in a slower fashion.
On the scale of life, we balance each other perfectly. I give him the directions; a new trail, a new idea. He absorbs it, discards it, and finds something completely, gloriously different to explore; without directions.
The beginning of the trail.
Pretty views.
Yucca plant sitting off the trail.
Blooming flowers.
Another path we followed.