Get Out and Live a Little

We took-off for a three-day camping trip with another family this past weekend at Inks Lake State Park. A little under an hour away, the wildflowers were absolutely breathtaking as they blanketed the ground like a spring snow of color. There is something almost surrealistic about traipsing through the follage of the landscape of the Texas Hill Country.

Dead limb

By Friday evening I began to loosen-up, by Saturday I was lost in the splendor of it all and by Sunday morning I was wondering how we have grown to live such an artificial existence. It is no wonder we get demotivated and distracted by things that truly matter little. Life is a journey, a path, a process to experience. It is so easy for it to become a task, a project and a problem to solve.

This weekend I chose to live life to the fullest. It was invigorating to swim in fresh water, take in the sun and feel the cool breezes, to smell the fresh vegitation. It was also a time to play and really act more my age. At a place called the Devil’s Watering Hole (now I know where it gets its name) we found a marvellous tree trunk that spanned the width of the stream. The kid’s went for it, one after the other, and successfully balanced across it. After a couple of adults unsuccessfully attempted the feat, I thought I’d show them how it’s really done, telling myself, "hey you’ve got exceptional balance."

A quick few steps, a plunge in the water and a sharp pain in my left arch and I figured out quickly where this was heading. Forcing myself to climb-up a steep cliff, snagging a stick for support, I hobbled a good distance before beginning my descent to the parking lot. With the help of my friend and a few helpful folks, I managed to get out of the woods and on to the ER to discover I’ve done a good number tearing and bruising the main ligament.

My conclusion from the weekend. Living life is exciting, you will experience things you never dreamed of, you will have opportunities others may never conceive of and you may also take a few knocks along the way. Would I have it any other way…no not really.

 

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