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A Thanksgiving Day Hike in The White Mountain National Forest
Thanksgiving morning, I woke up especially early in anticipation of finally hiking Mt. Chocorua, the stately peak that overlooks the farm. I filled my pack with rain gear (90% chance of precipitation), plenty of water, and band-aids. Lately I have begun to always carry band-aids around, as I seem to suffer accidental kitchen knife/x-acto knife/tool shed wounds with alarming frequency.
Screeched down Route 113A (aka – Chinook Trail) to reach the trailhead.
The anticipation was nearly unbearable. Six hours by myself, just walking (see: Werner Herzog’s Of Walking In Ice…that’s where this whole obsession started.), not talking, just listening.
Alas! The best laid schemes…blah-blah…rodents and humans….
The Long Version: I got lost on a very well marked trail, turned my ankle very aggressively, sat in the mud whimpering for about 10 minutes, picked my sorry soggy self up off the ground, wandered around aimlessly for another 10 minutes, found a new trail, and ended up on a wonderfully tranquil, invigorating jaunt on The Bickford Brook Trail.
I am thankful for taking chances that turn out well. in so many ways…
Written by robin on 11/28/2009 in Activism | AITA In The Wild | Blog | Philosophy | The Farm
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