One Day in Golden
Date #872 — Friday, July 15, 2016
A: I loved that we had an entire day to breathe. We walked around. It poured rain. We ordered pizza, because the idea of being in the mountains where there was zero access to pizza made crave it even more. We sat at a local pub and people watched. It was just what we needed. We were so stressed from trip prep, and so tired from driving. We were so anxious about where we would be going, what we might feel, and how high we would be in the sky. Our energy vibrated.
My favourite part was getting stuck in the pouring rain under a pedestrian bridge waiting for clouds to peter out so we might get less wet on our walk home. We weren’t in a rush. We had no where to be. We sat there and talked about how our lives might change after this week.
“Can you imagine it?” I asked B.
“I can,” B said.
B: What an incredible day. I am so happy we arrived in time to spend a day to ourselves, blowing off steam, before heading into the mountains for 8 days.
It was a rainy day in Golden, and for about an hour we were caught underneath a bridge. It was amazing.
We woke up, made coffee, did a bunch of stretching (I was still recovering from my bike accident, so keeping up with rehab was important) and then hit the town. Our plan was to split things like brunch, book stores, and wandering with picking up food and snacks for our days at camp.
While the camp would be catered, food wasn’t provided for the flight-day in. We were told it could be a long day, waiting for weather to clear for the helicopter, so we wanted to be prepared.
As we ate brunch at Bacchus Books I watched the people coming and wondered who would be at our camp. I was very nervous about who would be at camp with us. I wanted to be included. I wanted the more-experienced people to not push us out, but see our eagerness to learn and willingness to try.
After the book store we checked out some local equipment stores. I wanted to find decent mountaineering pants. I for some reason had only brought shorts, workout tights, yoga pants, and my rainproof shell pants. I thought it was a dumb move (it wasn’t, I was fine). But A appeased my search. I love that she does that. She can see me get obsessed with something and knows I need to work it out for myself.
While searching I stumbled upon a used gear section in a snowboard shop. There I found a pair of $300 goggles for $30. They were in amazing condition. I thought maybe the price was a misprint, so I quickly scrambled to buy them. A looked confused by my franticness. When we got outside I told her what happened. I was so elated. I LOVE finding a good deal on quality equipment!
The last pair of goggles I had were from when I was 14. I’d been wearing them for the past 17 years. They barely fit over my glasses and I couldn’t see out of them great. These fit completely over my glasses and had a removable, battery operated fan, if things got too steamy.
On our way to the grocery store to get snacks and provisions for the camp a torrential downpour started. A and I quickly rushed to the covered bridge that crossed Kickinghorse River. We sat there for awhile and watched others hang out under the bridge too. We took photos and laughed and I tried to avoid the growing feeling of anxiety in my body.
We eventually decided to deal with the rain and headed to the grocery store. Inside it seemed like a whirlwind of other visiting mountaineerings buying things for their respective trips. I had trouble focusing and every decision seemed overwhelming to me. A was great. We talked about what foods would be best and came up with a plan of good things to buy that we could easily travel with.
When we made it back to the hut it seemed like almost everyone else had arrived. I looked around and tried to scope out who would be on the trip with us. I had been to an info session back in May or June while A was in Ottawa, so I had already met several of the people who would be on the trip.
It was funny at the lodge. I spoke in a hushed tone, trying to discern all the dynamics. I mentioned to A that two of the people sleeping in our room were on the same trip as us. She saw them come in the room first and I mentioned that they didn’t recognize me.
That evening A and I sat at a table in the common area and wrote in our journals. As we did this we listened to the others around us and the various ways people were preparing for a week or two in the mountains. A was such a comforting presence in these moments. I was really trying to stay calm and I was so happy she was there with me. I had no idea what the next day and week…
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