all bets are off
October 20, 2008
We had a family reunion at Zion National Park this last weekend, been there since Thursday, and we got back late last night. It was awesome, we did lots of hiking, some biking, quite a bit of hot-tubbing, and really good general site-seeing. It’s only been like 12 hours, and I want to go back.
On Saturday, Me, Kim, Maddy, Ian, and Holden, along with my brothers Mike and Rob, hiked up Angel’s Landing (link has great pics of the hike from the park website).
Do you know Angels Landing? It’s an outrageous hike, involving like a 1500 foot elevation gain in 2.5 miles, and hiking 1500 feet above the valley floor on a sliver of rock wall about 5 feet wide, holding onto chains or nothing. Great place to take the kids. Or, if she’s at all freaked out about the kids falling off a cliff, the kids AND the wife.
The first two miles are just a strenuous hike to Scout Overlook. Then it’s on up and into thin air, up one big Hillary Step. Maddy and Mike stayed at Scout Overlook. In this picture, my right leg is a half inch from a 1500 foot vertical drop. Maddy is smiling only because she doesn’t know. When someone mentioned the drop, she got very very mad at me.
Which brings me to today’s point.
Kim and I have always maintained that, should one of us shuffle off this mortal coil before the other, we would remain solitary. That is, no re-marrying. We have never asked this of one another, nor expected it. It’s just what we’ve always said.
After the hike, which Kim wanted to do but was NOT excited to take the kids on, she modified her commitment somewhat. In the event that I should die in some normal way, in a car accident, or after a lengthy illness, or at the hand of an angry wife, she would not re-marry. Again, not something I’ve asked her to do, or her me, just how we feel, from our easy, healthy, relatively worry-free vantage point.
BUT, here’s the new rider to the bill, her special “earmark,” if you will:
If I die doing something STUPID, like road biking down American Fork Canyon too fast, or skydiving, or in an avalanche in the backcountry, or riding the kid’s Ripstick down a steep hill, or, for example, HIKING ANGELS LANDING AND FALLING OFF AND DYING, well, then all bets are off, and she will marry someone else out of spite for me.
All I can say is, if she calls you soon after the funeral, be on your guard. I’ll be haunting you.