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I’m mildly ashamed to admit that it took Facebook to remind me that today was the day that marks 26 years of togetherness with my husband, Jason.
I was having a conversation with a friend when “Happy Anniversary” popped up on my feed.
Truth is our kids are grown and married, they moved out of the house five years ago, and we’re fairly settled in to the empty nested life.
In the last few years as I’ve rediscovered hiking – my husband has not.
It is not his thing, it never has been, it never will be … not that there’s anything wrong with that.
I admit … sometimes I wish he’d come hike in the mountains with me. But, for the most part, one of my favourite things about ourselves is that we’re totally comfortable with trusting the other to do their own thing.
However, there was one time … I was struck by some serious insecurities as I got my things together for a hike.
I still don’t know what came over me but I snapped at Jason’s perceived indifference as I talked about some detail of the hike, “Don’t you have anything to say? Do you even care?”
It was totally unfair.
His answer as he looked me hard in the eyes, “Do you really want me to worry? You go backcountry with grizzly bears. I know you can take care of yourself.”
That was a sobering moment for me … kind of a be careful what you wish for.
No, I don’t want him to worry about me … really. I don’t want to deal with hovering or overly concerned questions etc … that’s not how we do well together.
I also realized just how important it is to remain prepared when I go backcountry. It’s the only thing that keeps it fair for our loved ones.
If we’re going to ask them to support our decisions, we have the responsibility to take care of ourselves to the best of our ability.
I’m going to work harder in the coming months to write posts that cover some of the things I do to ensure I’m as safe as possible when I wander off into the backcountry. I’m sure some will think that some of my habits are overkill … but they work for me.
Happy anniversary babe. Here’s to 26 more years stuck with me … you lucky SOB.