We were stranded at Jenny Lake, exactly as we had planned. Our pickup was 35 miles away, parked along Highway 22, where we began our journey two days earlier. We had just finished hiking the Teton Crest Trail, but now we were in for a real adventure, hitchhiking back to our vehicle. Leslie and I had never hitchhiked before. Getting a ride from one crowded tourist location to another seemed reasonable though. With the Great American Eclipse three days away, the busiest day in the history of Grand Teton National Park, crowds of people were piling into their vehicles. Besides, we could always reject a ride if we didn’t feel safe.
what I found below the sidewalk. Is it
a glimpse of the Twilight Zone?
ought to stoop over the entrance,
and yell at them.
They are doing it all wrong.
Their world is upside down.
I knew that spilled coffee wasn’t the source. My feelings were poignant, yet deep and utterly mysterious to me. Tracing their origins revealed connections to darker moments, which reminded me that adversity is much deeper than a puddle of coffee. Adversity is a pit that develops between the throat and the stomach when news arrives that an admired friend has ended their life. Adversity stretches over the fabric of time, when a family member cannot be saved from a series of poor decisions. Adversity plows through a soul, when we fail the one we love the most, and when they fail us. Nonetheless, the world has little time or patience to lend when emotional debris piles up. Daily life continues, with or without us, so we push our emotions aside to keep pace.