In August (way back when it was warm all day long), Heather and I went hiking to celebrate our anniversary. As I wrote about before, it was an amazing hike. The final waterfall, shown here, was amazing.
However, when we got to the end destination, there were just too many people.
I admit to a bit of selfishness. I wished we had been there alone or with a few close friends. What is it that makes me want to keep all the good just for myself? Maybe it's just a desire for feeling that we were enjoying it alone - and that the starving masses were stuck in darkest suburbia. In any case, it's hard to chalk that up to anything but looking after number one.
I also admit to being spoiled. It was incredible to be there - but that wasn't enough.
What experience did you have lately with unrealistic expectations?