As I was getting ready for class on Friday, I felt a familiar itch. The homesick bug had finally consumed me, so I decided to make a spontaneous trip up to Prescott, Ariz., the sleepy little town I call home.
Granite Mountain, another of Prescott’s natural wonders
Of course, no trip to Prescott would be complete with out climbing Thumb Butte, one of Prescott’s most iconic landmarks. Breathing fresh mountain air, getting dust on my shoes, feeling the breeze– I needed it all so badly. I’ve been sick lately and I haven’t been able to do very much physical activity. This hike was a great way to put myself in motion again.
I’ve been gazing up at this pile of boulders for as long as I can remember. When I was a little girl, hiking Thumb Butte seemed like a challenge of monumental proportions. There are two routes, the easy way and the hard way. The hard way shoots up the mountain at what is surely an 89 degree angle. You start sweating the moment you hit the trail. The easy way, on the other hand, winds slowly through the trees and the rocks, allowing for conversation, observation and enjoyment.
Prescott legend says the high school wrestling coach (or is it the football coach?) makes his athletes run up Thumb Butte in the summer, the hard way…
Let’s just say I’m glad I stuck to theatre.
I made the hike with my mother, which was one of the highlights of my weekend. My mom is one of my best friends, and the older we grow together the closer we become. I cherish every moment with her, whether we’re hiking, talking passionately to one another about our lives, or eating pancakes side by side at the breakfast table as we did this morning.
Making the drive up north was worth it, as always. I feel rejuvenated and ready for March, a month I’m sure will prove tumultuous.
Get outside this week, be spontaneous, breathe.
Smiles and all the best,