Even when we’re not out in the RV, James and I still have the opportunity to live just about wherever we want. Both of us have flexible jobs that way. So, here we are, living in Salt Lake City, and it isn’t a job that ties us here.
Why Salt Lake City? It’s the same reason half the city lives here, too. James is a winter guy, and Utah is an unparalleled wonderland for snow lovers like him. The bluest of blue skies, majestic mountains, and snow sports abound. Heck, people vacation here from all over the world just for the chance to experience the mountains whose feet we reside on. But here’s the thing. While James is a total winter guy, I’m not really a winter girl. Call me a wimp if you must, but I prefer my adventures in more temperate climates.
Still, I can be a good sport about the whole winter adventure thing. Take this past weekend. Want to see what a good sport I was? Watch this 90 second clip:
OK. I don’t know how James made that look cute and fun in the video, but as you saw, we strapped on snowshoes and climbed a mountain. CLIMBED A MOUNTAIN. A very steep mountain. I was led to believe we’d be spending the day doing some easy snowshoeing over the river and through the woods….the picture painted for me was one of peaceful communing with nature and getting some light exercise. But, noooo. About 5 minutes into the trail, with a pitch so steep my face was PARALLEL to the sky, I knew I’d been duped.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I thrive on high-intensity-push-my-body-to-its-max type activities. Obviously! I’m an exercise specialist! I love a good fitness challenge to test my limits. Still, I’m not sure about challenges when it’s so cold my nose forms ice stalactites. All the while wearing things strapped to my feet that make me waddle so much I want to quack. At one point on our Himalayan mountain ascent, as I waddled and shivered my way upwards, I looked over at James. He was YAWNING. And sighing heavily, looking bored at our snail pace…making it clear the steep ascent was no trouble for his cycling-trained lungs. I gave him my most annoyed I’m-suffering-and-buddy-you-re-gonna-pay-for-it look, which very quickly stopped his yawns.
But eventually, my fingers began to thaw. I got used to the waddle step. I found my lungs. And, wow! Turns out a day on snowshoes can be pretty cool. Here I am 24 hours later and my legs have that lovely “worked” feeling. So, after all is said and done, I’m glad we went. I’ll definitely do it again…but can it warm up another 50 degrees first?
The good news is we will be rolling out with The Fit RV soon for some warmer and rockier adventures. It’s that whole give and take thing we all do. While James would rather point Das Bus north, instead he’ll happily take her south, just for me. And of course, you’ll all be along for the ride.
Hope to see you on the road, friends!