After 8 years of marriage…

my husband finally agreed to go on a hike with me! We went on a two hour excursion to Cloudland Canyon, GA. It was a brisk 46 degrees and we took one of the dogs and our camera. After walking for about 15 minutes we both had warmed up so much so that we had to start shedding layers. It crossed my mind that we could take advantage of our primal urges out in the great outdoors, but as I said before, it was ass-cold and we had the dog.

When we made it out to the point I started taking pictures until the batteries died. That was, all of 3 pictures. That damned little digital contraption, the apex of our technology and intellegence neatly packed into a tiny box, went stone cold dead on me.

The walk back was consumed with talk of what was to be had for dinner and since neither of us could agree to the others’ requests, we unspokenly aggreed to trek in silence. There was something about walking in the woods with my husband, the feeling of assurance and completeness that I got from it all. The knowing that a giant bear could pop out on the trail at any moment and devour us all, but that my husband would do his damnedest to fight it off to save me and the dog.

We made it back in one peice, with a few pictures, and unscathed. And I would like to believe that we have a rejeuvenated confidence in each other as well.

Now I’m plannig our first camping trip…