In my last post I extolled the virtues of my cellphone in terms of its helpfulness when it comes to useful apps for conscientious shopping. I openly admitted my dependence on the device. I declared myself a game-playing, text-typing, social media addict. I tempted fate.
Only a few days after that post, my phone stopped holding a charge. It just up and died without so much as a goodbye.
At the same time, my partner was out hiking with our dog when his own smartphone slipped through his fingers and into the lake. Despite emergency rice surgery conducted on the device, it was not to be recovered.
I weighed the pros and cons between buying a new phone, switching contracts, and paying for costly repairs. Meanwhile, we were setting off for a few days of travel across Nova Scotia's South Shore and then back through the beautiful Annapolis Valley. It wasn't to be a huge trip - more of a staycation, really...except neither I nor my partner had ever explored these areas before. We were essentially heading into the great unknown without our trusted safety nets. We had to go about navigating the trip the old fashioned way: we had to use a map.
It also would have been nice to have a way for emergency communication as we hiked through the Kejimkujik National Park Seaside Trail, which was basically a haunted trail thick with the spookiest, densest fog I've ever seen.
|Just kidding. Ol' porcupine here just couldn't find any lunch amidst the fog.|
Seriously though. I cannot say enough about how the fog contributed to the eerie atmosphere. At first glance it made me think this inukshuk was alive:
|She just sits on the rocks, guarding the beach.|
I would recommend leaving the house without a phone more often. Being without quick access to that technology better facilitates the state of mindfulness that most of us strive towards with our downtime. The ability to focus on the task at hand, without distraction or obligation, was was made this one a real vacation.