The good, the bad and the ugly
This week I bought a new phone and buried a soggy Canon 60-D at the camera morgue.
Good news: I finally joined the iPhone world.
Bad news: I owe a lot of money.
Good news: you all can laugh at my misfortune (it’s okay, chuckle as you read. I have thick skin)
Bad news: I owe a lot of money…
Now let’s rewind a few days to find out how I got myself in this hilariously unfortunate predicament.
Fiery Gizzard Trail and South Cumberland State Park
My Friday edition of Adventures with Bekah consisted of a day-long hike at South Cumberland State Park. I was very excited to finally hit the trails.
The Fiery Gizzard Trail is a 12.5 mile hike filled with diverse rock formations, bouldering opportunities, beautiful running water, swimming holes, and waterfalls. Most of it is a moderate difficulty but the Fiery Gizzard stretch is a bit precarious. At the parking lot you sign in so the rangers will know you’re in there. If you don’t sign back out, I imagine they start a search party.
If you look at this map, I parked up in the top left. I had planned on only doing a short 4-5 mile loop through Grundy Forest, but I got so excited that I found myself halfway finished with the trail before I realized I missed the loop!
Check out the highlights of the trail (If you click on a photo it will start a larger slideshow).
Me vs. Little Gizzard Creek
Here’s where the hike takes a turn for the worst. A little over halfway through the trail I tripped over an out-of-ground tree root.
No, I did not just face plant forward like a normal person…I face planted then rolled down a hill into the creek. KCRG, did you get that? Golden Klutz Award goes to me.
The worst part? My camera bag strapped across my body was slightly unzipped.
Imagine this in slow motion: Foot catches root, body flies forward, out launches my phone, camera and sunglasses, body lands not so gracefully onto my phone, jamming it into my ribcage right as I witness my pretty Canon 60D splash into the water. I scramble to my feet and hurl myself in the direction of the camera. One-one-thousand, two-one-thousand…by now the camera is fully submerged…three-one-thousand…I snatch the strap and rescue it from drowning.
…only three seconds too late.
Unfortunately neither piece of technology survived the ordeal. I did. That’s the important part, right? Though I may have to sell my soul anyway just to pay for the damn camera.
So what did I do with the dripping camera next? Only what any technology-experienced millenial would do – I put the lens and camera into a bag of rice.
Now we have a soggy, very expensive maraka. The noisy, rice-filled lens mocked my with it’s shakety-shake-shake the rest of the way home.
A happy little metaphor
After falling down a mountain – as you can imagine – I was a bit disoriented. I started hiking at lightning pace, my heart beating wildly and blood rushing to my face. Instead of looking up at the trail, I stared angrily at my dripping camera, trying to hold it at what I imagined was the best position to get the water to drain out and away from the gears and gadgets inside.
Right…like that’s going to help.
In my adrenaline-motivated wild race to the finish line I found myself lost on the trail. I couldn’t use my phone compass and my map was somewhere in the bottom of the creek.
Luckily earlier in the expedition I had met a few fellow hikers.
The guy above’s name is John Dowling, and he is a priest in the Nashville area. We exchanged numbers (before my phone broke) so that when I came back to Tennessee he could tell me about the best trails in the Smokey’s and so I could send him these photos I took. They caught up with me as I sat by the water kicking myself.
Father Dowling led me back to the right path.
How metaphoric is that? A priest leads me back to the narrow road. Halleluiah, good God!
Later that night
After my fall, I headed back to Chattanooga, cleaned up at my hostel and decided I needed a drink at the bar. I met some really great guys again. Here’s how that conversation went…
“Hey, can I get your number?”
“No…sorry I dropped my phone down a mountain.”
“Seriously? Wow you could have just said no.”
“No, really…I dropped my phone down a mountain.”
All I can say is I am grateful for good people, beautiful nature…and payment plans.