29 April 2007

Back On The Mountain

April 22, 2007

Jesse and I went back up to Red Rock for more hiking. I was less than excited because it looked like it was about to rain. Jesse was insistent, almost pouty. So we went. However, we did not go into Red Rock Canyon. We drove around a neighborhood behind the canyon and essentially parked on the side of the road, then began walking. It was such a white-person-in-a-movie thing to do. I complained for much of the beginning. Then I got lost in Jesse's excitement.

He really has the wonderment of a 12 year old boy. I love it. For example, when it did actually begin raining (as predicted) Jesse found us some shelter under a rock. When he found it, and hurried me under it, his eyes were as big as quarters. He looked like he had discovered nudie magazines for the first time. It was adorable. Look at me. My boyfriend provided shelter.

We scurried up and up and up and up. Naturally Jesse wanted to reach the top. But mountains are high. And it's not like we were on a path. Jesse said he had a planned but as far as I could tell, it was really just to put one foot in front of the other.

The time came when I had enough dumb decisions. I've seen the movies. I know that white people will walk right into anything out of curiosity. The time came when I was not standing on stable rock and the jumps were getting higher. So I stopped. I sat myself on a ledge and I let Jesse go off up the mountain. He scurried and I watched... and apparently the fact that I saw deterred him from making a stupid jump.

I'm not sure how long I sat there. I got rained on again - with no man to provide shelter. Eventually Jesse came down. We took more scenic pictures and called it a day.