Adventure!

It is funny how we like to envision ourselves. However, sometimes my vision and reality crash together and it's ugly. When Mark and I met we did some hiking and I even ventured out on a few backpacking treks. Having a baby put adventure on the back burner for quite awhile, but I still saw myself as the person who is always ready to conquer the wilderness. I am not put off by a little dirt in my food, no makeup, and not washing my hair for several days. Now that Jason is getting older, we are getting out more, we have been trying to get out for at least a few hikes each month, hiking further and on more difficult terrain. Last weekend we tried a new spot, it was supposed to be a 6 mile moderate hike. It started easy enough, and then got pretty technical. It was obvious the trail had not been maintained much, but I got into the spirit of the adventure. We crossed creeks, balancing on rocks and logs, we carefully waked on washed out trails bordering steep ravines, we went over and under fallen logs, stopped a few times to try and locate the trail after it suddenly disappeared. All was good until the walk through the open grass. I felt a little something and lifted my shirt, what I first thought was piece of plant stuck to my stomach , was latched on tightly when I tried to remove it. This is where my vision and reality crashed, it was a tick. Then I pulled another off my back. I went from good spirited to just down right pissed off that some creature would dare to latch on to me, not to mention being totally grossed out. So not quite the adventure woman, keep away those ticks, mosquito, and leeches, please.