Some days I crave travel. I dream about mountains and my soul feels unsettled. This morning I woke up before 6am, loaded up a cup of coffee, my hiking boots, and my dog and set off for Enchanted Rock.
It’s about an hour and a half from Austin and always a spectacular drive through the hill country landscape, but especially breathtaking right now with all of the wildflowers in bloom. I am so in love with Texas hill country; its rugged landscape and swaths of delicate wildflowers. I am so lucky to live in this place.
I arrived just after 8am and there was already a line of cars to get in. It is always worth the pre-dawn alarm to get there early before the lines and the crowds. I loaded up Coop in my backpack and we headed up to the summit.
Enchanted rock is a short hike, but it’s straight up, so it’s definitely not easy. I stopped a lot to catch my breath and take in the scenery. I could stare at this landscape for days and never tire of it.
At one point during one of my short pauses, I heard a young girl say to her friend, “You want to stop? UGH! We practically just started.” I wanted to hug that friend and stop and breath with her while we enjoyed the landscape. It’s not about how fast you get to the top, I wanted to tell her. It’s enjoying the journey.
I used to hate hiking with my dad when I was a kid. He was a power hiker who took long strides and few breaks. It was all about the destination. I was young and puny and liked to stop a lot. I’m not so young anymore, but I still like to stop. Sometimes it’s because hiking straight up the side of a giant rock is actually a pretty intense workout. Sometimes it’s because I just want to. I want to take stock of my surroundings and listen to the quiet of a breeze.
Even with my stops, it didn’t take me long to get to the top. I stood in the cool breeze and thought, Oh, I needed this. I sat on a rock and let my hands rest on the warm, enchanted rock.
Last weekend my mom was here and at one point during a walk she went to take off her shoes. What are you doing??? I asked with a little bit of my former teenager self in my tone. I want to feel the energy of the earth and I can’t with my shoes because of the rubber. I stared back at her. She saw the annoyed look I probably had on my face and put her shoes back on. Sometimes I don’t mean to be an ass and I wonder if it was some sort of primal mother-daughter dynamic taking over. I like to think that somewhere, long ago, there was a cave girl rolling her eyes at her mother for some ridiculous and unnecessary reason.
I thought of my mother as I sat on top of that enchanted rock this morning feeling the vibrations and energy of the earth and feeling restored in my soul. I thought how I am so much like her and smiled knowing that someday I’ll probably have a daughter who rolls her eyes when I try to take off my shoes and feel the energy of the earth.
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