Monday, January 5th, 2009
The first backpacking trip I took with Brenton, or ever, I was 6 months pregnant. It was Labor Day Weekend, and we decided to take a 3 mile hike into a mountain lake. The drive to the trailhead was about 30 miles from our house–19 of those miles were on dirt roads.
I was disappointed and concerned when it started to rain just as we got to the trailhead. Brenton and I discussed turning back for a few minutes and decided to press on. The forecast was for partly cloudy weather, but sun in the afternoon.
We put on our backpacks. Brenton carried about twice the weight as I did since I was carrying an extra 20 lbs in my “front pack” (pregnant belly). The rain had slowed to a sprinkle as we set out on our hike. After about 1/4 of a mile, we were walking in a downpour.
We were well prepared for rain and cold, and we had plenty of hot chocolate, hot cider, and chai mix to rejuvinate us once we got to camp. We had another “should we turn back” conversation when the rain turned to sleet at about 1 1/2 miles up the trail. We hiked on until we found a clearing in the trees hoping to see a break in the clouds.
When we found that clearing, delighted to see, through the sleet and rain, a brilliantly colored rainbow.
To laugh in the face of adversity is like seeing the rainbow through the sleet.
