we’ve been getting out for hikes on the weekends, which is nice. it’s always a push to get out before the sun threatens to set. we’ve also had such bizarre warm weather. it feels like spring, but the woods are relatively quiet.
i also had a chance to get up to the Whites recently and the beauty of the mountains left me with a desire to see them more often. we are only 45 minutes from the Whites, or an hour and a half to the Presidentials. the thing is, though, i don’t want to spend hours in a car on the weekends. there is so much to discover close to home. so much to get to know better. i love learning the intricacies of a place when you walk the same path day in and day out. perhaps Wendell Berry says it best:
“And the world cannot be discovered by a journey of miles, no matter how long, but only by a spiritual journey, a journey of one inch, very arduous and humbling and joyful, by which we arrive at the ground at our own feet, and learn to be at home.”
― Wendell Berry, The Unforeseen Wilderness: Kentucky’s Red River Gorge