Yesterday my husband, our dogs and I set out on an “adventure day”. We like to hike so we headed out to some of the more rural state parks in our area. The first stop was a bust. Our first hike was more of a “sludge through mud” experience as due to a lot of recent rainstorms, the trail had turned into more of a swamp. Even one of the bridges on the trail was mostly under water. My husband, my collie and I were less than pleased with the start of our adventure. Our Labrador retriever was in doggy heaven. He’d much rather swim a trail than hike it, anyway.
We decided to head to a more inland state park and our GPS took us through some windy, remote dirt roads to get to it. When we hit an unexpected pothole, I started to wonder how many miles we would have to walk through fields for assistance since our phones had limited service. Luckily, our tire survived and we made it to our next destination. This park had the trails that we were dreaming about since starting the adventure. They were secluded and provided natural shade cover. The shade was created by beautiful, old, bowing trees with branches that formed a perfect canopy with their thick foliage, providing just the right amount of protection from the hot sun. As we set out on the first trail, dodging huge spider webs created by spiders as big as my hand, the rumbling of a big summer storm started in the distance. We started walking faster, keeping pace with Ralphie, our retriever, whose nose always keeps him at least 100 steps ahead of everyone else. When it became clear that the storm was a reality that we couldn’t force away with our own sheer will and determination, we reluctantly turned back. Grumpy and salty and cranky, we decided to at least salvage the day, with a stop at one of our favorite taco joints that we discovered on one of our many soccer game day trips over the years. This is a restaurant that we don’t get to frequently due to the distance from our home, but it is one that never disappoints.
Once again the GPS guided us through the road less traveled and as we were driving we passed a man who looked like he was horseback riding. But he wasn’t. He was riding a cow. Now to be sure that we weren’t hallucinating, my husband and I decided to turn around and validate to ourselves that we indeed had seen a real cowboy – a man literally riding a cow. There they were again, contentedly trotting along and when I asked to take a picture, the sweet man and his bovine companion happily obliged.
Sometimes our adventures don’t always turn out the way we plan. We are often prisoners of our own expectations. I find that when I surrender to where the adventure wants to take me, it is usually a far more interesting expedition, than what my limited imagination has already planned and tries fervently to control. If we expect the unexpected, and go with the flow, life is grand!
