Immediately, we heard the bubbling and gurgling of the water and intercepted groups of other hikers. Careful to find our footing down to the edge of the water, we all took our moments to breath deeply and appreciate where we found ourselves. At the top of a waterfall.
Those people out there cutting through the waves like the fish themselves, DO THAT REGULARLY. A gal who grew up in the tasty fresh waters of Michigan who does a better job of floating on her back than stroking, can’t be expected to see a sea turtle on her first attempt because she can barely get off the shore and keep the salty waters out of her nose.
Along the river, over the planks, down the muddy bits, and through the ferns. With a mile to go, the clouds had lifted, and once again the panoramic views fell before me.
When I turn on the news, it often depicts a world of otherness and violence, of injustice and pain, of fear. I don’t intend to discredit the weight and importance of that, instead, I simply note the lightness there is in knowing the faces of my neighbors. Of looking people in the eye and wishing them a good day. Of having a reason to smile because the man in the gray shirt I see everyday is smiling back.
The car ride is easy, fast moving, gets us exactly where we need to go with no interruptions. The car is about the destination and less about the turns it takes to get there. However, the walk requires being exposed, vulnerable to the elements, all the dogs along the path barking at us.
So with that said, I welcome you to follow along, maybe hit a subscribe button. It will be a summer of boots on the ground, hiking breath taking trails, and feet in the sand while I watch the waves crash.