I’m housesitting for my daughter while she and her new husband are off on their honeymoon. Their home is surrounded by trees, and somewhere back on the property there’s a small cemetery where loved ones were laid to rest in 1800s. The realtor had to disclose that when they purchased the house, but I think it only added to the charm.
I thought about wandering back to find it this afternoon. The cool rainy morning gave way to a breezy pleasant almost-summer day. I knew it would be damp back there, but that’s not what kept me from walking into the woods. It’s poison ivy. I know that’s back there, too. And I know don’t really know the trails.
Instead, this morning, I tried to drive to the mall. I got part way and the police were detouring cars off the main route. SIRI didn’t like that. Frankly, I didn’t like it either. Especially when the detour signs just stopped and I was heading north instead of south. I figure the last detour sign that was supposed to get me back to the route had either blown away or been swiped by some smart aleck. Either way, it was more trial than trail, so I changed my plans.
I went back to the house and my daughter happened to call. All the way from Iceland. She and her husband had gone for a hike up a volcano.
“I’m so glad we had a guide to take us up the volcano. At one point, he pointed to a trail and said that’s where most tourists go, but it doesn’t take them to the lava fields,” she told me. She had sent me pictures from the hike.
Then she said, “It was so cool walking on the lava field. Our guide also knew when we needed to turn back because of the gases.”
Yes, I was glad, too, that she had a guide who took them off the trail but still kept them safe.
Life is so like that, isn’t it? We need to find that balance between blazing new trails and following old ones.
Sometimes, it’s important to have a guide.
It’s also helpful to be able to identify poison ivy — or poison gases.
This post is in response to Linda G Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt trail/trial.