Where have I gone wrong?

Wednesday afternoon our plane crash-landed in the woods of northern Minnesota and southern Manitoba. The pilot and co-pilot were killed and shortly afterwards the plane sank in the lake. We were 20 miles northwest of a small town and discovered 12 items on-board that might be helpful to our survival – things like a ball of steel wool, a can of shortening and a cigarette lighter that had no fluid. We all died.

Of course, this was an exercise – not real life. Still, we died.

I would have died on Tuesday but when I got to school, my name was on the roster for Wednesday’s class. I had gone to class on the wrong day.

A quick check of my schedule back home revealed the day of the class (WED) listed directly after the course code (which, in my defense, was also all capital letters… it all read as one big course code at the time).

Before we died in the crash, we introduced ourselves and each other. We had to tell everyone the strangest thing we had ever eaten. I had eaten everything everybody else thought was strange and for the life of me I couldn’t think of anything else worth mentioning. I was the only girl in the classroom…. and, the oldest.

imageThe instructor was telling us in no uncertain terms that if we were not dressed appropriate for outdoor activities on any given day we would be sent home and docked with an unexcused absence. He was looking at our feet under the table as he described “appropriate” footwear. Stefan wore his bedroom slippers to class – immediately I liked this kid, but bedroom slippers were not considered appropriate.

The syllabus says we will engage in physical pre-conditioning for backcountry travel. We were given a Physical Conditioning Log that is worth 25 points of our overall grade. We are told to log at least a 2-mile hike each week. It did not seem probable that I would earn extra points by mentioning I had run 40.

We are to show appropriate self and peer leadership and practice Leave No Trace techniques appropriate to an emerging outdoor professional. We were told emphasis is placed on skill acquisition, no trace impact, and rescue techniques in various environments and conditions.

Thursday morning my husband and I were discussing the first class over coffee – he in Atlanta and I in our little guest house. He was complaining that the $150 bottle of wine that was ordered at his company dinner Wednesday night did not live up to his expectations. Where have I gone wrong?

I am learning to leave no trace when I poop in the woods and he is complaining about a $150 bottle of wine. Clearly there is a fatal flaw in my new line of study. Be that as it may, I went back to school again on Thursday.

Thursday’s class had many of the same kids plus one girl. We played more games and were told we would not learn how to hike in this class, but we would learn how to teach someone to hike. I listened to my classmates describe what they wanted to do with the information they learn in this class and realized they are just beginning their life’s journey.

There are so many things for them to experience, so much for them to discover about themselves. They are just now beginning to bloom.

And, while it may seem my blossom is nearly spent, I have discovered I am a perennial and it is just now my time to re-bloom.

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2 thoughts on “Where have I gone wrong?

  1. I love the perennial analogy – I’ll borrow that, if I may.
    I won’t touch the difference you cited between
    the 2 values of:
    – leave no trace v. my wine should live up to my expectation

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