I’ve actually been telling people I got in a fight with a bear, but I actually fell off a cliff, which is equally as unbelievable, but it happened.
I don’t think I’ve ever been much of a rugged camper. I consider myself more of a ‘glamper’ I don’t like dirt, I like washing my hair and my hands, and taking showers. My family took an all family vacation together for the first time in years. We drove up to Cascade, Idaho, and stayed in tents by Cascade Lake.
I can’t really say we were truly “roughin’ it”… I slept on an air mattress in a pretty sizable tent, so things truly could have been worse. We had fully cooked meals every night that my mom had prepared, and clean drinking water.
We didn’t have any specific plans for how we wanted to spend the weekend. We were there for four days, and just wanted to spend time relaxing and enjoying the cool mountain air. We paddled out to the middle the lake almost every single day, and caught snakes and small fish. On Friday, we decided to go hike around these cliffs that dropped into a little beach area- and went into the lake. We had made the hike a few years ago, with just my sister, one of my brothers, my dad, and me. So we had a good idea of what we were doing, and for a while, I was ahead of the pack. We got to the cliff side, and when we looked down, there was a beautiful beach area. I looked down, and saw what looked like rocks in the cliffside, where I could easily climb down and make it safely to the bottom, where I could dip my feet in the water, and everyone could follow suit.
I took my first step down, onto a stable rock, then my second, then went to take a third step on what I thought was a rock, but turned out to be a clump of dirt on the side of the cliff. I quickly began losing my footing, and tried to grab onto anything I could. I couldn’t turn around and go back, but I couldn’t safely climb down anymore either. My dad hollered at me to start sliding, and I did just that. However, before I knew it, I was nearing the bottom of the cliff, where there was a five foot drop into a pile of rocks that I didn’t originally see. When I got to the edge of the drop, I pushed myself off, aiming for the sand rather than the rocks directly below me.
I made the jump, and landing hard in the sand. With too much momentum, my feet began running to catch up to the rest of me, but before I knew it, I was flat on my face in hard sand and rocks.
I stood up, brushed myself off, and realized my leg was bleeding. I rinsed off in the lake, and although it continued to bleed, I didn’t feel any pain. We kept on with our hike. Quickly, the adrenaline wore off and my leg was throbbing. I pushed through until we got back, stopping to catch little snakes along the way.
My lack of injuries was shocking, to say the least, and I consider myself a pretty lucky girl.
The next few days were significantly less eventful, but still the time of my life. We drove into town one of the days for ice cream, hiked around some more mountains, boated, and sat around the campfire telling stories and enjoying each other’s company.
I don’t have a lesson or anything to go with this. I just went camping and also fell off a cliff. But I enjoyed being around my family, and taking a break from the real world to connect with the people that mean the most to me, and enjoy the beauty that nature brings us.