I went backpacking this weekend. The first shock I had to deal with was feeling like Mr. Incredible getting into my backpack’s hip belt. Apparently a LOT of water has run under the bridge, and some has stayed there. The hardest part about attempting to buckle a belt is not being able to see it. I push and from my vantage point it looks like it is lining up, but one of the prongs may not be in the clasp. If it is lined up, there may be part on my tee shirt that won't let the buckle snap closed. I pirouette. I gasp for breath. I release the clips, palms on my knees trying to catch my breath. I try again.
My 12-year-old daughter is watching me, amused by my antics and concerned by my red face. The telltale click says we have contact. I don’t have to tighten my belt, just my breathing. As we set off on the trail, I’ve already experienced adventure.
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