a couple of months ago, I had to go up to northern california and thought that on the way back home, I would stop at king’s canyon national park. andrew and I had been to king’s canyon together before a few years ago but it was different going by myself (he had class). since I’ve met andrew, I’ve done a fair share of adventures without him but.. with other people. I haven’t taken a trip solely by myself probably since africa, which was 6 years ago. thinking about that fact now actually almost scares me.
this isn’t to say that I was or am tired of andrew or needed a break from him, not at all. it just happened to happen and I’m not going to pass up an adventure just because I’m alone. I think there is a danger in being utterly dependent on another person, namely one’s spouse in that you limit yourself to life because you don’t know how to be alone. I also think that there is a difference between sharing a life together and depending on someone to be your life. I hope that I’m not being misunderstood in my words because it should be blatantly obvious from previous posts that I’m very much in love with andrew and love doing life with him. I just think it’s important to retain individuality throughout marriage.
I drove to the furthest part of the park and found a meadow where I picked all types of wildflowers. I hiked and hiked (truly, I was the only person for miles around) until I found a river to sit and draw some of the wildflowers that I had just picked. I saved the other half to press and put in my ‘wild journal’ – a collection of pressed/drawn wildflowers from all places. I suppose technically those pictures should go in my arts section but some of them still need work/practice.
for me, it was hard to keep a steady hand on uneven river rocks