Monday, August 31, 2009
that my last day at sidley is october 1?
that i ran a 10 mile race yesterday?
that i hiked 167.7 miles with my pops earlier this month?
that i'm one of the "featured artists" at the studio?
that i'm going to see the killers tonight?
that i'm kind of behind on downloading pictures and posting?
that i'm captain obvious today?
that i like peanut butter on crackers with raisins? and pecans? and almonds and honey?
that the above is pretty much all i have left in my cupboard?
that i'm "going private" and i need your email addresses?
that i'm going to expound on all these topics maybe?
that i need to know which one you want to hear about first?
that i'm starting a new blog?
that i'm in the market for some plastic pants?
i did mention that?
ok just checking.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
i'm currently, as you read this, if you're reading it between august 1 and 12, hiking a section of the appalachian trail,* which i've been spelling wrong for the past 2 years. and i love it. the trail, not my spelling problems. like, really really love it. yes, maybe i will marry it, thank you very much.
i don't really know, exactly, why i have this love affair with backpacking. it's a combination of things, i guess. i like the idea that i can carry everything i need to survive (at least for a few days) on my back. it really throws "needs" and "wants" into sharp focus after you've lugged them up and down a few mountains. one outfit. underwear and socks for the number of days you'll be between towns. one set of rain gear. a map. a very lightweight camera. food. water. fire. baggies. duct tape. anything else is added weight. and let me tell you, those ounces add up fast. and they get heavier and heavier.
your worries, too, become a matter of survival. it's no longer, what shall i wear to work today (one outfit, remember?), it's how many miles will i walk. where will i rest. when do i get to eat again? all those daily stressors sluff off and fall by the side of the trail and you realize how silly and unimportant they are, especially if you have eggs to sit on.
cleaning house rocks, too. look, mom, no clutter!