For all you Dad’s that take your sons camping…........... I am posting a couple of back and forth emails between me and my sons as of yesterday.
I think these are absolutely hysterical and thought some of you might either be able to relate to them or at least appreciate the spoken attitudes of my boys….......... well, men really….....they are 38 and 40…....... but they are still my boys.
Email to my sons…….. Dane and Ryan
We followed that same stream through that jungle….........jeez what an adventure that was (not).
When was that? Which trip? We did so many but this one sounds familiar.
The trip out of Alpine over Lone Peak down into Bell Canyon and you guys ended up carrying all my stuff and then ….on the way down….lost the trail or (which I don’t think we would have done) decided to go more direct and left the trail….and ended up in miles of that dense dense stuff and the ground was straight down steep and wet and we kept sliding……not inches……we were sliding feet ….... including past that waterfall mentioned in the article.
I am so glad you do not remember it, cuz Social Services would still probably take both of you guys away from me and put you in Foster Homes.
Oh I remember that trip *just fine! Wish we had a gps and cell phone back then! And where was LifeFlight for us? That was a tough one. Maybe the toughest. You absolutely would not believe the things Ryan and I said about you all the way down and for a long time afterwards whenever the topic of one of “Dad’s little trips” came up.
Remember how we left from the trail-head and did a zillion straight up switchbacks and then about ¾ up we stumble on a nice smooth firebreak road? Ryan and I were SO pissed. And remember when we finally got down the next day and hit that road leading to the Reservoir that it turned out to be another 2 mile walk and none of us could even feel our legs and we were so crippled we all sat on ice bags and heating pads all day Sunday and Mom wanted to take us to the E.R. ?
You need to be certain to write that one up.
Didn’t realize we came out Bell canyon.
Thanks, Dad for all the “wonderful” memories
I remember that trip all too well! Bushwhacking for the first few hours and endless switch backs from Alpine going up and then we came upon that road and we basically strolled to the top after killing ourselves. I remember that we ALWAYS ate well in camp and that we had your usual first-night gourmet of a thawed frozen steak dinner that you cooked while we set-up camp but Dane and I had to cook and get the fire going instead you cuz you said you were near death (probably what caused your heart problems 5 years later). Seriously Dad, at the time neither of would have cared if you had died. Rock climbing straight down through the jungle with packs and more bushwhacking the next day. Never saw any mountain goats (Dad’s goal for the trip). Couldn’t feel my legs for miles coming out of Bell Canyon. I couldn’t walk right for 2 weeks after that one.
That was a tough a trip but I did learn that I didn’t die. I remember you said that was one of the main goals of Scouting was that rain or snow or blisters or cold or heat taught kids that a little discomfort would show them they wouldn’t die even though I had hoped I would on that trip. Promise that I use that same line on my Scouts even today and will use it on my boys when we can do this kind of stuff.
That’s what it’s all about.
But, I could have lived JUST FINE without the memories of that trip.
Love (I guess) Ryan