I’m pretty sure that somewhere back in time, I used to describe myself as a “people person”. If not in internet bios then at least in job interviews. I have basically always worked in customer service so admitting that I’m more of a me-ple person isn’t the best way to endear myself to a future boss. And it’s not that I don’t LIKE people or wish them the best! I like lots of individual people, probably even you! I just need ample time to recover from all the bra-wearing and inappropriate-comment-stifling that is required when I’m in the company of others, especially those I’m supposed to act “professional” around, because that’s not one of my factory settings.
My job has been through a lot of changes this past year, to say the very least. This past week my new boss was visiting from Very Far Away along with five of my coworkers, only one of whom I’d previously met. They rented an Airbnb in an amazing neighborhood and we worked from there for the week, singing along to our team Spotify list, ordering Thai food and cupcake delivery, and walking to the nearest coffee shop when we needed a boost. It was a nice change of pace to be around six incredibly smart women who understood my job all day long as opposed to sitting in my home office all alone and yelling at the computer for 40+ hours a week, but by the end of every day I felt like my bra would have to be surgically removed and a nice, dark, solitary cave would be a good place to spend the remainder of winter. I remember feeling this way even as a kid, after slumber parties or lock-ins or a particularly grueling six-hour school day; I just need a LOT of recovery time after being “on” for multiple hours in a row. I felt like a butthole because I skipped out on some of the more fun aspects of having coworkers in town (like a fancy dinner, ugh) and now that everyone is gone and it’s back to real life, I am sure the post-people blues will soon set in. Knowing my ever-fickle ass, by Tuesday I’ll be wishing I had someone in my own time zone to talk to, as opposed to somewhere between 2 and 15 hours away.
Since I’d felt cooped up all week, it seemed like a good day to hit up not one but TWO parks that have been on the list for a while. We’d driven by Lewisville Regional Park on the way home from many a weekend trip but always at a point that it was too late to stop. We had no idea if there was a particular feature that brought people to this park but it always looks packed, so our curiosity was piqued. One of the first things we spotted was a bathroom, and the welcoming beacon of an “open” sign adorning its door. That alone was certainly worth the $3 park pass we were finally guilted into buying (though I think this has inspired my new rule—-if they have an actual bathroom and it’s open, I’ll pay. Deal, Washington State?).
There were tons of parking spots, many picnic shelters, and LOTS OF PEOPLE OMG WHAT HAVE WE DONE. We drove towards the back of the park, where the crowds tend to thin out, in hopes of being more isolated. The park is named for the Lewisville River, which you can hike along, boat on, or fish in, or if you’re like me, you can just look at it.
We didn’t get too far along the river; the path was rocky and seemed to disappear when the terrain got rougher. The rest of the trails we saw looked to be in the woods, which are available pretty much everywhere around here so we skipped it this time. I’m at the river to see water, dammit.
Since the pass was paid for and I knew another park was nearby, we took off for Battle Ground Lake State Park in search of water-adjacent hiking. I actually took the dogs here a few weeks ago (not specifically to hike; there’s a new bakery in Battle Ground and since we were all the way out there I figured we may as well take a quick walk, but we only stayed 15 minutes or so) so I knew we’d have better luck. We chose the first path near the lake we saw, and made our way around the perimeter with Skeeter determined to lead the pack. The trail was fairly easy, and we made quick work of the loop without even tripping over one single root or being whapped in the face with a tree branch. Success! When we closed in on the end of the trail I asked Zach to guess how far we’d gone. Ever the under-estimator, he scoffed at my lowball guess of half a mile, so I had to call on the ubiquitous dispute-settler and ask Google, who informed me we had actually hiked 2.8 miles around the lake (and I’m mentally rounding that up to 3+ considering that wasn’t the only walking we did). Turns out if you’re worried about tripping, the weather is beautiful, and you’ve got a chihuahua to drag you around, a 3-ish mile hike isn’t too bad at all!
Bladders sufficiently emptied and legs satisfactorily stretched, we decided to call it a day. Zach and I changed clothes and went out for tacos, and the dogs held down the fort for us. I think we’re all gonna sleep good tonight—-these past five days have made one weak. (Sorryyyyyy!)