I hate asking for help

I hate asking for help.
I believe manuals are for dummies.
I believe in the sink or swim.
I believe in the figure it out.
I do not listen to directions well. I listen halfway and then think I got the gist of it.
I do not take maps. I think I have a photographic memory.

Utah. It’s gorgeous. Mountains are awe inspiring. Hikes are amazing, and breathing, well let’s just say it is hard at 8,300 feet above sea level. I blame the high altitude for many interesting decisions over the last several days.

Frank will tell you we had an “adventure”. I call it one step away from Naked and Afraid – without the naked part.

3.9 miles of hiking in Park City, Utah – Holly’s Trail. It’s one big traverse they told me (“they: being the front desk staff and my new best friends due to a fantastic upgrade!). Anyway, 3.9 turned into 9 miles turned into us trying to race down the side of a mountain on a ski slope on foot with dusk rapidly approaching. I will say the MAP that we took since I got lost, I mean went on an “adventure”, the day before was really not helpful.

 

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