Yes, yes I had. Wearing nothing but a backpack, he was spotted at the junction of a popular trail. He has to be wearing tan shorts, I initially thought. But...nope. I was almost sad I had missed the guy in a loincloth with six goats. (I am not making this up)
But all strangeness aside, I headed happily up the trail to one of my favorite canyons. It's a difficult hike, which keeps people out. When I had arrived at the trailhead, more vehicles than I had ever seen greeted me. People had parked haphazardly along the road and the bushes. I sighed with relief that I didn't have the recreation staff officer job here anymore. Someone else's problem! And 99% of those people were in one place--the Lakes Basin--where I have decided I can't go until after Labor Day (and it never used to be that way.)
But I left all that behind in a lush, river-divided canyon. Nobody was in sight except for two day hikers and a couple of pack strings, one packing people in, the other packing people out. Me, I was carrying my own gear (I hope I always can). I passed by beautiful Sky Lake, where I have camped often....
But decided to keep going, what's a few more miles, three to four to be not quite exact, but who cares:
|That lake looks like it's a long way down!|
Where there was still snow:
and drop down to the horribly misnamed Swamp Lake.
|Swimming is the best in a high alpine lake!|
While it does boast a swamp on one end, it is a breathtakingly beautiful place to camp. That night it was only me and a foursome, who invited me to their camp (this is becoming a pattern). While we sat around, them in the chairs the horses had brought in, me on a rock, I watched Ruby roam around the lake. She is a FOMO dog, I explained, forever fearful of missing out.
One of the women leaned back in her chair. "I'm a fan of JOMO, myself," she said. "The Joy of Missing Out."
We watched a ferocious storm cloud fortunately track over to the basin next to us, rumbles of thunder heralding its approach. There was something to that, I thought. Instead of worrying about missing out, pick one thing and enjoy it to the fullest. Don't worry about what you should be doing, or could be doing. She said she was planning to sit right in the chair and read the next day, regardless of all the hiking opportunities around.
I kind of love this. I'm going to adopt it.
|Dog in sun|
|Even a FOMO dog needs her rest|