I am tried right now. I went backpacking with my 12-year-old little brother. He is bouncing off the walls and going swimming now. I am sitting on the couch wondering if I can take another nap today . . .
Last night, in celebration of summer, I went backpacking. We chose a good trail–we went up Battle Creek in Pleasant Grove, Utah, around to Dry Canyon, with a stop at the top of Big Baldy on the way. Our grandparents took us back to our car when we were finished.
You know what I was thinking when I was done? Why do I do this? I was tired. I had all this stuff on my back. I woke up a lot during the night (do not sleep on a slope–you wake up constantly and have to readjust yourself). I was filthy dirty. It was hot.
But then I though about how it was on the top of the mountain, looking out over Utah County. I though about how pretty everything was. I thought about discovering a new trail I had never been on before.
Even though my feet were dark with dirt, I was completely tired, I was sure and hurting, and I never wanted to go hiking again, I knew it was worth it.