WE humans find it hard to explain what draws
us to certain things in our lives. I had
friends who were drawn to auto racing. Some still follow NASCAR’s every move.
Others of you are fanatics of College Football or Basketball, some because of their
college experiences or kids and grandkids participation.
The real hiker if the OLD lady in the center the other two are her daughter and SIL who came to hike with her for a few miles.
Since I was a kid I loved to wander thru
the woods hunting, looking or just on the way to the closest creek or river.
The idea of camping and living off nature
comes from my own family (before my time) in the Great Depression when dad
& mom left a struggling sharecropping life in Georgia and traveled to lower
Florida for work with the WPA. There raising my older siblings in tents. They
also lived in tents in the Mts of NC when dad made a living in a rock quarry
and as a logger.
I do have some history of the outdoors in
my family. That is what surprised me. I was responsible for Sherry liking the woods
because I introduced her into camping, BUT, but I never expected this girl to
say, “You and me can backpack over 2000 miles, let’s go!”
Anyway we started but after the first 100
miles we were back to the very place she got the idea, Standing Indian State
Park, and gave up. WE called for a
shuttle ride back to our car because we realized we weren’t truly prepared to
do a thru-hike.
But the idea did not die; she took me
back the next Summer and five summers after that. For those years, in our 60s
we did about all we could do, still short a couple hundred miles. One of those summers we
backpacked 900 miles, our longest stretch.
(In the END Sherry says I take these pictures instinctly. But I did follow her many miles and got a lot of these views, nice huh? )
Nite Shipslog
PS: Thanks for your time, the comments & prayers,
Life goes on with or without you and me.. But I am glad YOU are here now.
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2 comments:
God bless you both for your stamina and determination. I don't think I would have gone further than a couple of miles.
God bless always.
Well, thank YOU! It's an honest-to-goodness pleasure.
That first image of the creek cutting a path through the granite is something else. I've heard tale there's something like that in northern Arizona; a Grand something or another. (lol)
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