Today I headed out on my third hike to Frozen Lake. This trek took me to Mills and Black Lake- both of which I had done before. But Frozen Lake was a few miles beyond Black Lake, in a steep and scrambling path that took me well above where I had been before. The path was.... an adventure. Trail markings were either false or misleading, and it took much longer to get to the lake than it should have because of the mis-markings.
At some point during the climb, again I found myself with Elevation Sickness symptoms and found myself back in the emergency room. Another day of rest was ordered, but this time I was given oxygen and some additional directions.
I found myself in an unusual position: I didn't have any regrets or sadness about missing hiking time. I almost didn't know who I was to be in such a state. I spent the rest of the day thinking through what I needed to move, adapt, and change on the trip to have fun, enjoy the mountains, and most of all- quit going to the emergency room!
Theme: Into the Great Wide Open
Year Fourteen Of My 365 Project
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