I’ve tired of this sitting while wishing I were walking or walking while wishing for a rest. Seems whichever I choose, I can’t have my druthers my feet are doing one while my head does another. They’re not birds of a feather but I’ll bring them together by flying while still in my nest. So, here I am walking with my shoes in my pack so my feet can be felt by the ground. I’m thanking the thorns and the sharpest of rocks for reminding my head to slow down. I’m not in a hurry, cause I’m already here, the destination’s the journey, you know, I’m just standing here rolling this earth ‘neath my toes, like an immense beach ball spinning below. I’m letting the trail do the hiking for me while this large grove of aspens glides by, or now letting these switchbacks switch right back below me awaiting the approach of the sky. Oh the people I meet as our trails intertwine rekindle all faith in mankind, I enjoy those who ramble impractical distances knowing each step there’s something to find.
2 thoughts on “still hiking”
Love it, Kev! Leaving Sacramento – on our way to Garberville. Have a great week-end!!
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Oh I love to meet people on the trail !
A resonating line for me.