As I sit at the Love Lane Kitchen, drinking a Blue Point brew that's intended on numbing the soreness from the hike, the realization of the past few days comes to mind.
About two weeks ago I decided that a trip into the mountains was necessary. There was not particular purpose and at that point, no particular plan. As the date of departure came close though I began assigning purpose to the trip. I thought of it as a 'get away' or an escape from all that was going on; reality if you will. I figured that a few days in the woods would give me the necessary time to analyze all of the sudden changes that had arisen.
I'm realizing, after an intense shock back into reality that the Adirondacks, while pristine and ultimately soothing, don't give you the time to worry about your other damn issues. It's enough just to watch out for the nearest root, pile of boot-sucking Adirondack Mud and extreme effort it takes just to take in the immense beauty of the area.
Glad, I am, that the time you spent in the mountains succeeded in releasing your mind from daily mind troubling reality.
ReplyDeleteAs am I. The re-gripping is actually thrilling, although shocking.
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