I Go Where He Takes Me

I am blessed to have a husband with a great sense of direction.  While I am capable of navigating maps, it takes an excessive amount of brain power.  However navigation comes naturally to him.  He can look at the map once and know where he is going.  I much prefer GPS that tells me where to turn.  

Thus when we went on a weekend getaway, he did the driving and I did the riding.  And when we got where we were going, and had to navigate around country roads within a state park, I sat around daydreaming and looking at the scenery, and he took me where we needed to go.  This was my detour to blissful ignorance.  That kind of trust is beautiful.

It made me think about my kids when they were little.  They never asked how to get to the store, church, school, or back home.  They just went where I took them.  Lucky for them I know my way around town, and I don’t need a map for that. Lucky for me, if I need to venture out somewhere else as the driver, I have GPS for that.

The Illusive “Bobber Fruit”

My husband and I took a weekend get-away to Beaver’s Bend State Park in Oklahoma.  While there we had a picnic lunch near a common fishing spot.  As I looked up at the beautiful scenery around me, I saw 3 dark pink, round “fruits” handing from a limb on a tree.  I wondered what kind of fruit they were.  Kumquat?  Apricot?  My husband, who seems to know nearly everything about the outdoors, was certain he knew the answer.  With a matter-of-fact voice he declared confidently that it is the “illusive bobber fruit.”  

I got up from my seat and was certain he had to be wrong.  I have done some fishing in my life, and those fishing bobbers were red and white, not a uniform bright pink color.  Yet with a closer look, the fishing line was clearly dangling from them.  They were, in fact, fishing bobbers. 

My husband went on to explain in greater detail about the “bobber fruits.”  They have a tough outer shell, and there’s usually nothing in them.  I could infer that they are not good eating, and the effort to retrieve them would not be worth it.  I laughed about that for the rest of our trip.  

Sometimes its good to be silly and laugh at your misinterpretation of things, such as fishing bobbers as “fruits.”  I thought I discovered some native fruit tree I had not previously seen.  Nope.  Just the illusive “bobber fruit.”

Sometimes You Can’t Turn the “Mom” Off

My husband and I did a weekend getaway to Beaver’s Bend State Park in Oklahoma, and opted to do a 9.5 mile hike with elevation change on our last day.  I had not previously done a hike that long.  While I was confident in my ability to walk 9.5 miles, the addition of elevation change was another story.  While this trail had a reported elevation change of 1800 feet, our app showed it to be closer to 2900 when all of the “uphills” and “downhills” were added together.   Suffice it to say I was pretty spent during this hike.  

About midway through we were passed by a young man hiking by himself.  He had hiking poles and a backpack, with the appearance of a young but experienced hiker.  He stopped for a break and we passed him.  Then we stopped to take pictures and he passed us.  A couple of miles later we saw him hiking the opposite direction back towards us and sensed something awry.  This hike was longer than he expected, and he was concerned this circular hike might end at a place he was not familiar.  We compared maps and assured him he is much closer to the exit going the original direction rather than doubling back.  We also told him where the trail ends and how to get to his campsite from there.  He was appreciative and headed out ahead of us in the original direction.  

At that point I started to be a bit concerned for him.  He clearly landed on a trial longer than he expected.  Did he have enough water?  Did he have any snacks for energy?  Perhaps he would let us drive him to his campsite when we ended the hike.  In short, I could not turn the “Mom” off. 

He paused for a break and we passed him.  Then we stopped for pictures and he passed us.  Then he stopped for a break, we passed him, and we did not see him again. We climbed another hill giving me a pretty big view of the trail behind us, and I still could not see him.  My husband thought that he abandoned the trail for the road we crossed about a mile back.  That would actually make his hike much longer, but my “Mom” self was satisfied that he would have access to help on the roadway if he needed it.  We finished the hike and headed back to the cabin. 

On our drive out of the park, we saw him walking along the road.  We couldn’t help but turn around and ask him if he wanted a ride, which he gratefully accepted.  He still had another 2 1/2 miles to go on the roadway to his campsite, and he did not seem to know exactly how to get back.  My “Mom” self was satisfied.  He was delivered back to his campsite where he had supplies, security, and rest.  

When I’m on vacation alone with my husband, shouldn’t I turn the “Mom” off?  I think not.  In the end, this is the “love your neighbor” commandment in action, and that is never supposed to be “turned off” or ignored.  I wish I could say I am this receptive all the time.  Those brief encounters along the trail were sufficient to develop enough of a relationship that we offered the ride, and he accepted it.  

Before we saw this kid on the roadway during our drive out of the park, we saw another guy walking along the roadway looking pretty tired.  We did not stop for him, and in fact that idea never crossed my mind until I sat down to write this.  Did he need help?  Probably not.  Unlike the young man, did he have friends or family at the park he could call for help?  Probably so.  His car may have been parked right around the bend.  Yet then again.....