San Miguel Mountain – Kathy Nida

Saturday I hiked San Miguel Mountain…this mountain was a bitch. It was incredibly difficult, so difficult that if I were a different person, I would have given up about 700 times. But I’m not that person. Once I started, I think I would have had to pass out to NOT make it up the mountain, so I stopped a lot to catch my breath, because OXYGEN. But I kept going and I made it. All the way to the fucking top. And no, I don’t ever EVER want to do it again, but I can’t promise that I won’t, because sometimes the crazy takes over, but I did it. It’s about 5 miles round trip from Butterfly Way in Chula Vista, and about 1725′ in elevation gain. There are no switchbacks and no shade, and there’s rocks everywhere.

Once I had signed up (committed myself) for this hike, I kept staring at it…here it is from the parking structure at my doctor’s office…

Although I can see this mountain from just about everywhere in the town where I live, I had to drive south quite a ways to get to this trailhead…you can see it in the distance here from the 125 toll road portion.

You go into a residential area to park at one of the trailheads…and there it is pointing up in the distance.

There’s a fairly easy hill up to the electrical tower…in this photo, San Miguel is right in the middle.

We stopped here for the obligatory group photo…

About half of us had never done this hike before (and one of them would drop out before we even got to the flag). Most of us carried poles. It was the first time I’ve used poles, and hell yes, I needed them, especially on the downhills.

I didn’t notice them going out, but coming back, the wires were humming.

This is the first section of the trail up to the flag, which is where most people seem to turn around and go back. Yes, it’s steep.

This is about halfway up the first slope, looking back at where we started, on the left in the middle, which is where that tract home community was.

From about the same place, looking up toward the flag (which I never actually went up to, but it’s up there somewhere).

This is the view of Otay Lakes and Chula Vista, with Mexico in the distance. It was a gorgeous day, a little warm, but not bad.

We did start early-ish to beat the heat. From here, you can see the trail is leveling off (the flag on the rocks is to my left), and San Miguel is in the distance.

The saddle between the two mountains is mostly flat…well, sort of. There are some ups and downs, but not too bad.

There are great views in all directions…this is east, with Lyons Peak pointing up in the middle.

This is looking north, toward El Cajon and Bonita.

And south again…

This is north, and that little pointy mountain on the left is Cowles Mountain.

This picture actually shows the gym where I work out…not that you can tell…but I see this mountain from the gym parking lot…ironically…

From the saddle, you can barely see the skinny brown trail snaking up the middle of the mountain to the antennas…I still have to go down into the valley and back up from here.

I’m still not all the way down. It’s a little daunting looking at it from here…

Honestly, I tried not to think too hard about it. I would hike until it hurt my quads too much or I felt dizzy, and then I would stop, turn around and look at the view, and breathe for a minute. Then I would turn around and keep going. This was at the very bottom of the saddle looking up at the antennas.

On the way up, looking west towards downtown San Diego, which is right in the middle of the far distance.

This is looking back at what I’ve already come up and over…

And looking back to the south toward Otay Lakes.

The antennas pull you upwards…they are a good landmark for judging distance.

This is Liar’s Rock…because you’re NOT almost there…I mean, I guess you are in terms of the whole trip, but you’ve still got some serious climbing to do.

This is looking back at where we parked, way the heck down there.

And finally, at the top…this is the view to the east, with Lyons Peak in the middle.

The antennas are fenced in at the very top…

And a photo of the group from the antennas…

Yes, that’s a road. There is a road. We didn’t walk on the road. Apparently you can also drive on the road.

I took this panoramic shot, which is just the southern 180 degrees of the view…

It took about an hour and 15 minutes to get up to the top…and much less time to get down.

I used the poles a lot going down…I had surgery on one knee about 18 years ago and this kind of steep, slippy, rocky downhill is tough, but I did it. On the flat areas, I would jog to keep up with the group. I didn’t take many photos going down, but here’s one pretty close to the end of the golf course next to the last bit.

And as I’m driving home, there it is again…

And after I got home and showered and ate (burned a billion calories and felt it all day)…there it is again on the way to the library to pick up new books…

This mountain was a challenge…I’m glad I did it, because now every time I look at it, I think, yeah, you climbed that…and I see that sucker every single day. It was hard…no, it was REALLY REALLY hard, but I climbed it. Kind of a metaphor for my whole life at the moment. It’s hard. Every day I get up and it’s hard and every day I try to climb that damn mountain. I hope someday it’s less of a daily hardship, but I guess once I get past all this, I’ll be able to say I survived it. I’m kind of a persistent, stubborn bitch that way.

And before you freak out about two posts in one night, I wrote most of this in the morning…I was just waiting for the organizer to post the official group photos so I could slot those in…

From my first post of 2013: A year ago, I wrote my 2013 resolutions: Draw more. Make art. Catch up. Sleep some. Clean up. Throw out. Use up. Be content. Find happy. 2013.

Wow. Nothing’s changed except the year. Well, and me. Sigh. It’s good that I have the same goals, even though my life is a fucked-up mess and so is my brain and everything in between. It sucks that I didn’t really achieve any of those in 2013, but I do still have them in mind. I sleep less now. I am less content, less happy. I make more art. Not sure what to say about that. Haven’t figured it all out yet. Maybe I never will.

This song kicked my ass today…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4spkG8LizyE

That’s the problem with quilting. I need to have something on to occupy my mind, and it used to always be music, but music just fucks with my emotions now, and there’s no way to tell Pandora to lay off the sad stuff. It doesn’t know what will set me off, stuff from high school or last year. I don’t even know until I hear it and have that bad reaction. I finally gave up and turned the TV on, which is distracting in another way…but at least I wasn’t crying and trying to move a needle up and down at 500 miles an hour around my fingers at the same time. It’s really better that way. I think.

Fuck, I don’t know.

I hiked this morning, early. The mountain (San Miguel Mountain) tried to kick my ass too, but I’m way more fucking stubborn that that. I’ll post about the hike later, once I get all the photos dealt with, but I did it. And it was good. And I’m feeling it now…some serious muscle pain for tomorrow morning. Oh well. It’s a good thing. My counselor wanted me to promise that I would admit to being an artist at the next hike, during all that stupid introductory conversation stuff that happens, instead of always answering the question of “what do you do?” with “I’m a science teacher.” She says that’s not who I really am. Yeah, but who I really am is a really long explanation and uses more words than I want to right now. Anyway, this was not a talking, chatting hike. This was a kick-your-ass hike with very little talking, so I failed at my task (not the hiking, but the admittance of being an artist). Oh well. She says I am isolating myself. Damn straight I am. I’m trying not to, but honestly, people kind of drive me bonkers at the moment. I just want to crawl into a hole most days, even now. Depression is a fucked-up monster. People suck. I can’t deal.

I managed to quilt some today, about 3 1/2 hours’ worth. It’s also not easy, but I got through the rest of the Mother and all of the Maiden, plus up the Crone to the breasts, and one of the birds. I wanted to be further, but it is what it is. I need to deal with school tomorrow, but I’m hoping for two or three more hours of quilting. I am trying to pretend school isn’t starting. It’s not working.

All I’m doing right now is outlining things. I have to decide what to outline and what to leave alone. I don’t think too hard about it. I just stitch and it tells me what wants outlining. I missed part of the milk ducts below…that’s why the pin is in there…to remind me to fix that.

I managed grocery shopping too, but hell…there is something so depressing about grocery shopping on Saturday night by yourself. It makes me want to just eat desserts. Not healthy. But at least I don’t have to deal with it tomorrow.

I ate Brussels sprouts instead of desserts. I don’t really like food any more. Girlchild was upset because her dad didn’t want to go somewhere interesting for his birthday dinner. I tried to explain to her that her dad likes his routine, not change. I think I will just take her out for mine. She and I can go somewhere interesting. Maybe I will be able to afford dinner out by March.

Meditation: I’ve made it a third of the way through a year of meditating. I finished the Discovery series and now they are moving into 40 days of Creativity. I probably don’t really need any help with that. I’m pretty damn good at it. It might be the only thing I’m good at. He talked about visualization and the connection to creativity. The first thing he says is, “Imagine the body is transparent.” Wow. He’s channeling my art. He says too much thinking and tension restricts your creativity. No shit. That’s why I can’t draw right now. Too much stress. I’m going to schedule some of this stuff out tomorrow, the stuff that HAS to get done in the next three weeks, because the next three weeks is a little ugly fugly. Then maybe I can fit some freewheeling creativity into my life.

It was 7 PM and I was feeling low. I was dealing with some lame-ass dinner and finishing a book (more about that later), and was just not feeling happy about life. Girlchild texted two words: “love you.” That’s it. Some day in the future, I will be able to explain to my kids how they held me (pulled me) up this year without even really trying, how their mom wanted to give up on everything about 400 million times, and they wouldn’t let me. I didn’t think all this shit had really affected the boychild, but he said something yesterday that made me realize that he HAD been affected and he would basically beat the crap out of people for me. Nice to know. They got my back.

We just recycled almost all of the college crap the boychild has received over the last three years…it was two huge piles of brochures and cards (and that doesn’t even count the hundreds of emails). It’s a whole new world. One of the things he asked for for Christmas was The Color Purple…I’ve been watching the movie tonight and it still makes me cry after how many years? Awesome story.

This is the rambling post for the week. My brain is kind of a mess.

I finished All Clear today…

It’s the second of two books, starting with Blackout, by Connie Willis. Honestly, I don’t think you can read the first and NOT read the second, because they are the same story…and I think she should have edited better. I am not a history fan, and there was way too much history and worry going on. There were about 500 pages in each book that were engrossing and good…and really good, honestly. The book club I’m in is only apparently reading the first book. It will be interesting to see if most people read both, because it’s about 1200 pages total, but you can’t read one without the other. That said, the story was good, even with my dislike of history, especially war history. There were too many words. This could have been one fucking amazing book with a good editor.

So there we are…life, reading, and a fucked-up mood. Nothing new.

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San Miguel Mountain: A Metaphor for Life

Draw More. Make Art. Be Content. Find Happy.