tripping up the trail

September 2, 2006

Filed under: preparation — dragons0mother @ 6:23 am

“When Kepler found his long-cherished belief did not agree with the most precise observation, he accepted the uncomfortable fact.  He preferred the hard truth to his dearest illusions; that is the heart of science.”   ~ Dr. Carl Sagan

“You think you can carry this?  What the hell do you have in here?”

I flicked a glance at the backpack my husband Robert was holding.  “That’s Kari’s. There’s only –”

“No way she can carry this.  It weighs at least 30 pounds.”  He stomped a few feet closer to the bedrooms.  “Kari!  Karolyn!  Come here.”

Kari emerged from her room, iPod plugged into her ears.  She threw a questioning look at her dad.

“I want you to put this on now.”

Kari rolled her eyes and complied.  She stumbled a bit as she settled the backpack on her shoulders.  Robert circled around her, noted how she was leaning forward slightly to accommodate the unaccustomed weight of the pack and glared at me.

“You honestly think she can make it up the mountain with that on her back?  She’s going to be stopping every 15 feet to dump something out.”

I sighed, “Robert, the pack weighs less than 20 pounds.  She should be able to carry up to 25% of her body weight, so –”

“This is definitely more than 20 pounds.  Way more.  She can’t even stand up straight.”

Kari was listing a bit to the left, but she usually listed one way or the other.  She looked at me and tried to stand up straight, then she looked at her dad’s frowning face and went back to leaning forward and to the left.

“Go get the scales if you don’t believe me.   Kari weighs 98 pounds and the pack is under 20.”

Robert stomped off to the bedroom to get the scales.  He placed them on the dining room floor and stepped on.  He weighed what he always weighed.  He stepped off and motioned for Kari to step on:  115.2 pounds.  Kari stepped off, and he helped her remove the pack before motioning her to step back on:  98 pounds.

“The scales are wrong.  There is absolutely no way in hell that pack weighs only 17 pounds.  No way.  And no way are you going to make it up the mountain.”

*   *   *   *   *
“Hey, Robert, guess where we are.  Go ahead and guess.”

“Ummm, I’m guessing Kari fell backwards and rolled down the mountain, and you guys are back where you started.”

I held the cellphone away from me and stuck out my tongue.  Kari giggled.

“No.  We are on McAfee’s Knob.  Our daughter is a mountain goat.  She sprinted up the trail.  I could have added another 10 pounds to her pack.”

Kari snatched the phone from my hand.  “Hey, Dad, I did it.  All the way up the mountain.”

“The pack wasn’t too heavy?”

“Ummmm, no.  It was only 22.5 pounds once we added my water.”

“Oh my god, you added MORE weight?”

“And I still made it up here.  You owe me that stuffed penguin we were talking about.  Don’t forget.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

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