What do you think of when you think of nature, or the woods, or the eco-system? The hopefull optimist would say, “Life and growth.” The pecimist would say, “Decay and decomposition.” What I have learned is that there is both life and death in nature. And that they are both beutiful.
As I was walking through through the woods I came up to a grove of once leafy trees that were turned into black, charred corpses of their former selves. The ground was covered in soot and the only thing seemingly unaffected by the fire was the trail on which I stood. There was a thick fog all around, limiting the visibility to 50 yards down the trail. It was one the most astoundingly beautiful things I have ever seen. The beuty I saw there is hard to put into words. Maybe it was that all of the char and ash would soon turn into a grove of trees teeming with life. Or maybe it was that something so dead and burnt could make me feel so alive. Something to think about, I guess.
And where is death, life will follow. There are already flowers budding in new beds of green moss. The trees are sprouting new leaves and birds are making there homes in them. Life will always come again, no matter how bad the situation is.
So, that’s my reflection of the last fe weeks in the woods. It’s crazy how many lessons you can learn if you open your eyes and obverve what’s around you. And I feel that the observations are just beggining.
“Before the deed comes the thought. Before the achievement comes the dream. Every mountain we climb we first climb in our minds.” -Royal Robins
Today is March twenty-seventh. I’ve been in Georgia for two weeks. I’ve been outside in the sun, the rain, the hail, and the snow. I’ve been living the dream.
Our family had been dreaming of this trip for an entire year. It started out as a “Oh, that would be cool” thing and it quickly turned into watching documentaries, following other people’s blogs, and looking at gear. We hadn’t decided that we were going to attempt a through hike, but we were hooked on the idea. Then the backpacks were bought, clothes were ordered, and the Thru Crew was going to take on the trail.
But… I had my doubts. There was something about packing up and leaving that didn’t sit well with me. I didn’t want to pack up and leave my home again. I’ve done it time and time again, but this was different. I have real friends and family in New Hampshire, ones that weren’t going to move away in two years. It was me who was leaving… for 6 months. I didn’t like it.
The more I thought about it the more my perspective changed. The thought of the adventure and the freedom was amazing. The many people I’d meet on the way and amount of the U.S. I’d be able to see up close and personal made me rethink the way I perceived the trail. It wasn’t leaving home for 6 months, I was finding a new one every night.
So that’s my dream. I get to be with my family and friends I make on the way. I get to share a fire with people of all shapes and sizes. I get to know what the phrase “Home is where your heart is” really means. I hope I never wake up.