I miss hiking. In Alaska, we were able to take some amazing hikes with a wonderful new friend and guide, Laura. She helped me to test my own limits and gave Abby and me confidence hiking alone on some of the trails throughout Alaska beyond our visit with her. There are no words for the views both from above and across an expanse of wildflowers into a bay and the majestic mountains in the background, to the rainforest type environment with giant trees and foliage that reaches out to touch you before you arrive. Here, the moss grows thick on trees, the ground is wet, rivers and streams ride alongside until inevitably you have to cross them over rocks or with one big stride, hoping not to drag a boot. Even in the middle of summer, you might sweat a little, but there is so much to see and feel and hear, all stealing the conscious awareness away from anything as petty as a little warmth or heavy breathing. The altitudes we endeavored were not high, so the hikes are very doable for all levels. My biggest bane, the descent. My clients always come to me with complaints about knees and we get right to work strengthening them and I balk when they continue or insist their knees are “old”. Okay, Alaska has taught me that there is such a pain, but it is diagnosable and treatable. My knees are not old. They are inexperienced at certain things. With an Ibuprofen and a day of rest, they are back to new.
Were it not for a mailbox an eighth of a mile away, down a dirt and gravel road with occasional rain-soaked potholes, there would be no hiking here. But, as the summer refuses to give up it’s relentless grip and yield to the celebrated fall, the sun beats down on the mailbox trek, bringing back the nostalgia of once beautiful hiking on our trips this year. Because the road follows the property, and it is a corner tract, it is encouraging to keep the park-like ambiance associated with those acres of the property. We work very hard at that. Meanwhile, it is all we can do to avoid the missiles falling from the sky in the form of acorns. Based on the noise they make hitting the metal roofs, if one were to actually hit us...or the cat...or the dog….there would most certainly be the sight of crimson streaming from one our skulls.
Abby is rehearsing for a gig this weekend. I can hear her across the property amidst the thud of those acorns over my head. I finished the dishes from dinner (shepherds pie and salad) after we sat down and watch a movie. The movie was ‘Into the Wild’. We saw the bus from the movie at the 49th State Brewery when we were in Denali, Alaska.