This blog is going to be one of the grossest posts you've ever read... so beware. You've been warned. Turn back now if you don't have it in you. It will start off tame, but don't let me fool you.
So I have always loved taking pictures as you all know because my blog is always swamped with pics but I never really knew how to use a nice camera. I got a Canon rebel for my birthday a few years back before China so I could take cool, nice quality pictures but then I just pretended to know how to use it. Well, NOW I know how to use it cuz I took a photo class at school (Nature Photography Class). I love my major because this was an elective for it. Does it rock? Yes, it does.
So you know how BYU doesn't get a Spring Break? Well, my classmates and I (with the help of the teacher) decided that we'd had just about enough of this non-spring break stuff... so we went on an overnight field trip down to Moab for kicks and giggles. OH and to take pictures of all the cool red rocks out in God's playground. Bliss.
So we woke up super early and jetted down there in a big van. Fun? or fun? Yes. We spent the next 40 hours snapping pics at everything our hearts desired. (minus a 4 1/2 hour break for a quick snooze... which didn't really happen for me... read on). It was really neat and different to not be that person that everyone is waiting for because I had to take a picture of something. The WHOLE class was that person. And once everybody is that person, nobody is that person. So fun. I strongly suggest it for any of you pic-people. I'll come.
We hiked to Windows Arch, Dead Horse Point, Mesa Arch, Clondike Arch, Fiery Furnace, Landscape Arch, and I'm sure there were more... I was just delusional for most of them (read on...)
And we seriously just hiked and shot and hiked and drove and hiked and shot and drove and hiked forever. Here's where the story went south. About 11 hours into our adventure, my body decided that it hated me. Or maybe it was my food that decided that it hated me. I got to the look out spot for Delicate Arch and it seemed to me that the name of the place was contagious because right at that moment, my stomach, my head, my gag reflexes, and the happiness of my intestines became EXTREMELY DELICATE. I was in severe pain and I didn't know why. So I laid down and tried not to make a scene. No one wants their delicate experience to be ruined by witnessing a bodily explosion of any kind. So I laid low... then after an eternity, we hiked back down. We drove into Moab for dinner around 8 and I was super super scared that I was gonna hurl. I have a fear of puking. I think I'm pretty reasonable in this regard. I LOATHE it. So I was doing everything I could to not throw up. But I'm pretty sure my previously consumed (POISONED) food had a different plan for me. After 5 trips to the restroom for some false-alarm porcelain throne worshiping, I came out and everyone had there food. All reeking of overpowerful seasonings that were all sent from heck to taunt me into submission. I ordered minestrone soup and I have never paid so much for a small bite and a staring contest with my food. Bust.
So then I couldn't handle it anymore. Here's were it gets a little crazy. I went back into the bathroom and normally I would NEVER tell this stuff but, this is life-changing and bizarre and thus... needs to be shared. So I started puking... yadda yadda yadda and it came out my mouth (like a normal person) and my nose (like a semi-normal, unfortunate person) and... MY EYES!!!!! (like a skelching ALIEN!!!!!!!!) It was the worst experience ever. I normally cry a little when throwing up because it's necessary but I started crying previously and then THIS happened and then my eyes were on FIRE!!! Burning from the stomach acid. I wanted to claw my eyes out. I couldn't even open them. That's a vulnerable feeling. I needed my Aust. I needed my mom. But I was stranded in the desert. [photo cred: my TA]
Things started looking up for a few hours until bedtime came and I was sleeping underneath the stars. Potential to be bliss. My body was wracked with feverish chills, I was shivering and in pain for 2 hours till I decided that I better get the show on the road and hike up to a place that no one could hear me doing my pukish business... Nobody wants to be woken by that. So I made the solemn trek up to my puking spot. I'll spare you the details... No eye drama this time. I was mainly worried about zombies coming to eat me in the dark. You know... normal fears. But I made it back to my sleeping back and slept the rest of the sleep-allotment time... not the rest of the night.... because it was only 2 hours because that's what a photography class does... wakes up long before the sunset.... BUST).
I managed to hike the long hours to all the destinations and take hundreds of pictures and I even got named "Champ of the Year". But those 24 hours of flu a midst the 40 hour field trip tested my personal willpower. I didn't ever want to be that girl that had to sit in the car or rest too many times. I think it's a pride thing. Oh well. I'll get over it. I'm over it. I just had to be tough, that's what growing up with 3 brothers will do to ya. I was definitely receiving help from on high. I had quite the cheer-leading group at home praying for me. And my classmates were all really caring and supportive too. I am so grateful that I made it and that my eyes didn't shrivel up and fall out. SOOOO...now that you sat through the gory details, I'll give you some pictures to enjoy.
The semester ended in this photo show with a supportive spousey and a good grade, so all the grossness was worth it. And who doesn't want to tell that story... Over and over and over.
|Do you see what I see? Aust, you proud?|
Aust, thanks for being married to this pukin' machine.