Just when I thought saying Yes was going to be easy, a ticket straight back to the more carefree me, I hit an obstacle.
The obstacle was called Bagby Hot Springs.
It was beautiful. The air smelled like pine trees. The kids ran ahead, hiding behind trees and walking on logs. We reached an old stump covered with glitter dust, graffiti and a few beer bottles. "Fairies must have been here," said my daughter but I had a different thought.
An hour and a half from Portland (the home of the naked bike ride) isn't that far. It was entirely possible that there might be other people who had already hiked into the hot springs. It was also possible that those hypothetical people might be clothing optional.
Three years ago I wouldn't have given this a second thought. Three years ago my daughter was regularly clothing optional herself. But a lot changes in three years. She's a fourth grader. She's modest, screaming at her brother if he comes in her room while she's getting dressed and making vomiting noises if she happens to see anyone kissing. I wasn't quite sure if she was prepared for what might lie at the end of the trail.
My options were pretty limited. I could cut the hike short (and disappoint everyone) or I could say Yes. This was my week of saying Yes so instead of shutting down the hike I ever-so-casually mentioned "You know there might be some people who choose not to wear swimsuits at the hot springs."
"They wear their clothes?" asked my daughter.
"No," I said, still casual. "They might not wear anything at all."
"Are you going to wear a swimsuit?"
"Oh yeah, it's just a personal choice kind of thing. I'll definitely wear a swim suit."
"Yeah, dad too."
"Okay," she said and skipped off down the trail after her brother.
Say Yes to stopping by tomorrow! If nothing else, you'll get to find out what we discovered at the end of the emerald trail.