A Word to the Wise: this post references female plumbing - if you are a man, you probably don't want to read this one.
To this day: one of my favorite memories of all time; one of my favorite adventures was with Brandon in 2002.
Brandon's family had gone to Jackson Hole in August to spread the ashes of his grandfather atop the Tetons. Five days after they all got there and had good family time (including his aunts, uncles, cousins and their brothers) and had progressed into the fighting stage of their extended visit, I flew out there to join the fun!
Seeing as how Brandon and I weren't married (although we were living together) we were put in separate rooms, separate condos even. But we still had fun (albeit wholesome fun), we went white water rafting and kayaking and many other fun outdoor activities. My sinuses cleared, my skin cleared. Clean air is amazing! Then everyone else left Jackson Hole to return to their lives and jobs with the exception of me, Brandon, his cousin Cory, and his grandma.
Grandma (I can say that because now I'm married into the fam!) drove us three hours out of dodge. We slept at the Cowboy Hotel - grandma and I shared a bed (an adventure in itself). We woke up, had breakfast at the Cowboy Restaurant wherein my inner girl scout emerged and I decided that even though my monthly (unwelcome) guest was a week away I pocketed some ibuprophen and *ahem* equipment. Actually, I stood in the cowboy parking lot, dug out my suitcase from the bottom of the trunk and dug through it to retrieve my uterine support and stuff it down the pockets of my cargo shorts.
So then grandma drove us up up up the mountain and dropped us off for our backpacking trip through the Wind River Mountains! Even typing this is exciting! Of course it was way more exciting for me because I was there - sorry, I wish I could take all of you there to experience it.
Ok, so we started journey with a 10,000 foot (near) vertical hike. It was at the start of this hike that the cramping began. Oh my - can you imagine hiking up 10,000 feet with forty pounds of gear on your back ... and with menstrual cramps? If you are a man - duck out now - it gets worse! The only thing that got me through it was pretending that I was a pioneer woman traversing this land as one of the first non-indigenous women to lay eyes upon it. Took the edge off.
At last, we found a sweet spot to camp on Lake Louise. We set up our tents, our bear bag, our firewood and at last we were set! It was one of the most special times of my life. It was the first time I went boulder hiking. I was a little afraid but with my boyfriend there to coax me along, i made it alright. It did rain a little, once the lichen became damp, the boulders were a little scarier to climb. Again Brandon came to my rescue. That sounds really girly right? I kept up with the boys just fine, don't you worry. This pioneer woman wasn't about to slow anyone down - he just helped settle my nerves with his famous humor.
Going to the bathroom was tricky though. I was with Brandon - who again was only my boyfriend at the time and his male cousin. I didn't mind trekking through the wilderness to dig a hole to do my business in but what was I to do with my woman apparatus? I placed it in a zipper bag, inside another zipper bag, tucked under my shirt and casually walked over to the bear bag - which was about thirty yards across a clearing from the camp fire (where the guys hung out), lowered it and quickly slipped my dirty little secret inside a compartment I prayed the guys wouldn't look into in an innocent search for some sort of gear. Then I prayed EVEN MORE that the bears wouldn't hunt me down and rip me out of my tent!
After four or five days of living in the wilderness, we hiked back down the mountain where grandma was waiting to pick us up and we went on our journey to the Jackson Hole airport.
It was a once in a lifetime trip. I can't wait for my boys to grow up to be big enough to backpack with us. And - more importantly - I can't wait for my hubs and I to take another big adventure! Of course, we take the boys hiking and camping (anyone remember Big Bend from November?) but we haven't packed our gear on the back of the two year old yet and wished him luck as we scramble a mountain. Maybe next year.
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