Sometimes while backpacking, you come across sections like this. Should you go over or under or around? Or call the whole thing off and wait for a teleportation device to be invented?
|Or what about bocce ball?|
There are definitely days like this - days when I wonder why I didn't take up croquet instead, so I could sip lemonade and hang out with lawn gnomes all day long. Croquet might have been a better option . . .
|Fiskars guest-stars in this entry.|
Sometimes the days bring snow. Precipitation is challenging. But even in pouring rain, the world is a beautiful place, although sometimes it's hard to remember that. I don't look forward to encountering weather like this on the Great Eastern Trail, but when I look back on the Benton MacKaye Trail snow, I realize that these are some of my favorite memories. Go figure.
I rest better on-trail than in "real life."
Not sleep better - rest better.
You learn to listen to your body.
You know when it's time to relax.
You become quieter inside.
I'm looking forward to that.
There is something tremendous about knowing where you are and how to get where you want to go.
But, hey, anyone wanna play croquet next summer?