I don't drink coffee. I don't even drink caffeinated drinks. Just don't like them, and I'm generally wide awake before the sun comes up.
|Ruby wakes up even earlier than I do.|
Which can lead to a lot of waiting around if I am camping with friends. "Breakfast at 9," my friend said as we parted for our respective tents. Nine! Half the day is over! But her promise of huckleberry pancakes sounded a lot better than what I had packed (granola).
It's really easy for me to go solo, in all endeavors. I can run the pace I want, hike as far or as short as I want to, take breaks when I want to, not have to talk if I don't feel like it. It's freedom: I spend five days a week wrangling clients and hustling. It's nice to be alone sometimes.
|I met my friends at the lake below. Snow prevented us from going to our intended destination, over an untrailed pass.|
However. I have learned a lot from camping with friends. For instance, compromise. An example: nobody packs up faster than I do. This is the result of being on crews where, if we weren't ready within a few minutes, we were threatened with being left behind. This habit has never left me, causing me to either freeze while waiting or hike on ahead. Neither of these are particularly good options. I've learned (very slowly) to not hover while others are packing up. I go down to the lake, or I read a book, or I try to pack up slower (old habits though).
Also, people like to sleep in, even if they go into the tent ten hours earlier. They don't appreciate a sunrise chatterbox. I've learned to get up quietly and go for a morning hike.
|The always gorgeous Hobo Lake. I had to climb snowfields to get here. In late July!|
Waiting for friends to wake up has taught me patience, which I am not blessed with in abundance. So, at beautiful Chimney Lake, I went for a hike and waited until nine. Though it wasn't the trip I would have done on my own, it was priceless to sit around camp and talk and swim. The huckleberry pancakes? Delicious.