Seeking zen–achieving our chi–is what Cali and I envisioned our climb up Big Hole Pass would be. One yoga pose every mile is the key to hill-climbing enlightenment, we were told the night before.
The only thing we achieve is unnerving frustration and a skin that reeks of garlic and looks like a geologic hot spot of minuscule volcanoes. Out here in the Bitterroot Mountains, you best not forget your “Big Hole cologne,” or Deet.
Cali later finds out from Ken, one of the two yogis who suggested the technique, that he and Meaghan would not perform yoga at every mile post in the apocalyptic presence of mosquitoes. Cali and I were not that smart. We were so devout to seeking our balance that we rubbed whole cloves of garlic over all exposed skin to repel the blood-thirsty nuisances. We couldn’t quite put our finger on the logic behind drenching ourselves in garlic, but it probably has something to do with vampires.
This is not what enlightenment is supposed to look like.
Although we could not appropriately offer the sun our salutations, check out the video to find out what inspired us so much to think we could.
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