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kleinbl00  ·  207 days ago  ·  link  ·    ·  parent  ·  post: Pubski: March 28, 2018

I stared at those mountains every day of my life until I was 18 and it never occurred to me to climb them. Drive lifted Landcruisers over them? Mos def. But now I am decidedly chuffed that you're going for it.

Northern NM cuisine, as far as I'm concerned, is defined by green chili cheeseburgers at Blake's Lottaburger, the stuffed sopaipilla at Rancho de Chimayo and the Allsup's chimichanga.

Should you feel the need to experience someone else's childhood, check out Overlook Park in White Rock, NM and Jemez Falls. They are among the only places I consider beautiful in that, my hated homeland.




WanderingEng  ·  207 days ago  ·  link  ·  

I'm glad you pointed me to the area. I love green, too, and think I'd have a hard time living in the desert, but the mountains here look fantastic. My rough plan is to fly out Saturday, spend Sunday getting used to the elevation at least a little, and then do a one day hike Monday or Tuesday (weather dependent). The days off will give me a chance to try the local cuisine and the two beautiful things in northern New Mexico.

If you'd asked me even five years ago what climbing a mountain looked like, I'd have described ropes and harnesses and hanging on by fingertips in the Alps or Himalayas. I'd have thought if one wasn't a single error away from a 1000' free fall, they were essentially hiking to the high point of Florida with no gray area in between. It turns out I was very wrong. These are mountains average people can summit.

kleinbl00  ·  207 days ago  ·  link  ·  

Growing up, it was called "going for a walk." And it usually involved tramping out somewhere in the back of an unreliable Saab, one bota bag of water to two adults, two children and two dogs, to scramble through prickly pear and jumping cholla in sandals only to look at some godforsaken decrepit Anasazi shithole or other. Deer Trap Mesa, for example. Be eight. Be pulled away from a Saturday afternoon working on cars, drinking sweet tea and eating white trash cookies to blister in the sun for three hours so you can feel embarrassed about your dogs barking at other hikers and be thirsty only to stare at a fuckin' hole in the ground.

My attitude on hiking improved somewhat when I discovered that plenty of people went out for the afternoon with a muthafuckin' gallon each, and often left their ill-behaved pets at home. Also, you could put gatorade powder in the water. And ice.

I didn't really take to it, however, until my old memories were a thousand miles away.

WanderingEng  ·  207 days ago  ·  link  ·  

My early hiking memories were one of two things: either Boy Scouts or parents. If it was Boy Scouts, it was a bunch of 13 year old assholes wearing cotton socks, blue jeans, those tan shirts, and a plastic rain poncho (because somehow it was always raining). I didn't know proper rain gear was an actual thing until years later. And we always car camped, so they were the same bland trails every other car camper walked down. If it was parents, they definitely weren't getting along, not arguing but neither happy with anything in life or in that day. Kids see that attitude as clear as day.

It was fifteen years before I did it on my own terms and found I liked it. I also learned that nothing we did in Boy Scouts was relevant to backpacking.

As an aside, I see in my niece what I think I experienced as a child: parents disappointed with life and a child who tries to make them happier (but can't). I don't know what to do about that.

oyster  ·  207 days ago  ·  link  ·  

Something that might help is just being there to remind her that her emotions/self/life and all that deserve her attention as well. She’ll realistically keep trying to take their problems on herself but at least there will be another voice in her head telling her she matters too/ is her own person. Literally just talk to her about her day, if she shows interest in something encourage that and maybe gift her something small to help her progress.

I can pick out other peoples emotions with relative ease, but when it comes to my own I need to remind myself to pay attention by keeping a journal. I’ll bet I still would have issues if I had somebody like that, but they wouldn’t be as bad.

kleinbl00  ·  207 days ago  ·  link  ·  

We'd go hiking up Caballo the hard way - up through Rendija. It was fifteen miles one way because of road closures. We'd often see our friends the Boy Scouts coming down the other looking chipper - because they'd break trail (this trail, in fact) and do it the pussy way.

I used to feel left out because my father was adamant that his son would have nothing to do with "those paramilitary Nazis." Then I found out that the Scouts were pussies and it didn't suck so hard.

"You were always such a happy baby," my father said, upon me showing him a picture I found in my dead grandparents' stash. He looked wistful. It wasn't until I dug through the rest of the photos - in the process of going through my parents' slides of my first five or six years, I watched the progression. By the time I was two I was a haunted-eyed little kid whose back was always to the camera, unless I was cornered like a wounded animal. There are legitimately no photos of me between the ages of eight and about sixth grade. To date, my proudest accomplishment is how bubbly and joyful my own kid is. She's irrepressible. She wakes up happy, she goes to bed happy, and in the middle she's almost entirely happy. I watch her and wonder at exactly what kind of terrible fucking parent you have to be to kill that so thoroughly.

I don't know what to do about it either. But I know it affects me so much more to see it happen to someone else than it did to know it happened to me.

WanderingEng  ·  206 days ago  ·  link  ·  

You should absolutely be proud of yourself for having a happy child.

I'm happy she's happy, and I'm happy you know she's happy. The world is a better place.