Recently I went hiking up Bell Canyon with Scotty boy, because apparently this is his summer of hiking, which means this is my summer of hiking I didn't request. Not that I don't like hiking, cause I do! I love the beauty of being out in the middle of nowhere and all the pristine views you get. I even don't mind the fact that mother nature makes you have to work really hard to see the most beautiful views, cause I love me a good view as much as the next person. I like the fact that I earned that view and that no one is around except those I'm hiking with. I love the vastness of how far you can see when you finally reach the peak and the solitude you feel. The busy chaotic city life is muted and all around you is vibrant life. See, just proved my point that I like to hike and have me some good nature time. Here's my beef with mother nature though...BUGS....why do they exist?? They do nothing but creep me out! Plus some bite you and you have to wear a stinky spray to repel them. Even the harmless little caterpillars that I find inching up my arm make me want to shower a million times over. I find I'm constantly checking my hair for any stowaways along the hike. So in reality during a hike I don't really see the beauty that is all around me because I'm too busy being OCD and checking that no bugs are near me or in my hair. Plus, how does all that dirt get up my nose?? I didn't snort it, yet it get's up there. And why does the water have to taste so weird that's in the camel-backs?? OK that last one isn't mother nature's fault except the fact I only use one of those when I go hiking. So that's it...that's mine and mother natures problem. It's been the same battle between us since I can remember...and I don't think she'll ever relent.
