I'm a day late on this blog post because I can't stop treasure hunting😂
Every summer there are these two guys who hide a treasure chest full of cash somewhere off of a trail in northern Utah. They release a "clues poem" for people to try and interpret and find the treasure. My original plan for last week was to do a dozen parenting workshops before our Dr. Becky Good Inside subscription expired at the end of the week. But it was going to take listening and taking copious notes during ALL my free time to make this happen and I was just feeling kind of, I don't know, in an overall life slump. Tired. Unfulfilled. You know the drill. Then I noticed that the new treasure poem was out. I looked at it and thought to myself, "Hey I could solve this." But I knew it would take all my focus and free time to beat out the 10,000 other hunters. I knew this wasn't practical, but that's when I took a long look at my life and said, "Who cares about parenting workshops?" Then I called off my to-do list for the week and decided I was going treasure hunting instead. Mind you, I knew my mother-in-law was coming to stay with us at the end of the week and I still made this life choice😂 Our house has never been less prepared for an overnight guest, and you know what? I'm proud of myself for being ok with that and choosing my personal treasure hunt aspirations instead of cooking and cleaning for a week of my summer. I think this might be my mid-30s crisis haha.
My toxic trait is that I still believe with 100% certainty that I must have the correct treasure location figured out, even though I have been there for deep hours-long searches SIX TIMES now with nothing to show for it🙃 I'll get that treasure eventually! You'll see! It isn't even about the money. It's about getting "a taste of the glory. See what it tastes like."
My dad went with me and Jack twice on the hunt. There was this one time when he spotted something glistening in some thick brush maybe 20 yards away. Mine and Jack's hearts were pounding as we approached the brush and reached inside to find . . . a crumpled up energy drink can. We put it in our pack to get the trash out of the wilderness and when we got home Jared said, "You should frame that and display it prominently in our home as your 2025 treasure hunt findings." And I think we will haha. My dad also came in clutch with the water filter water bottle when we didn't bring nearly enough water on our first blazing-hot midday hike. At least we are building some character and/or stamina over here. I'm proud of Jack for doing all these hikes with me voluntarily, with a mostly great attitude. We're going to take a break this next week though until some more clues come out.
With that, here are some pictures from our week:
