The climb up Tray Mountain reminds me of why I love hiking. And hate how zealous trail maintainers have become.
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I am an artist who hikes. A hiker who arts. A traveller who revels in the journey without undue devotion to the destination. I hike to be somewhere, not to get somewhere. Thanks for joining me on this journey.
Expect reflections on long distance hiking, art-making on trail and off, hiking culture, nature and my undying love for backrests.
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The climb up Tray Mountain reminds me of why I love hiking. And hate how zealous trail maintainers have become.
Day 24 involved an unscheduled trip to Cherokee. And Cherokee is definitely a trip.
On April 23, after breakfast and books at the Pupfish Cafe (in back of Spellbinder Books in Bishop, California), we rattled up Buttermilk Road a few miles and found another happy place.
“...our world, and the worlds around and within it, is aflame with shades of brilliance we cannot fathom--and is far more vibrant, far more holy, than we could ever imagine.” ~Sy Montgomery
“In every walk with nature, one receives far more than he seeks.”
~John Muir
“You were made and set here to give voice to this, your own astonishment.”
~Annie Dillard
“Unexpected travel suggestions are dancing lessons from God.”
~Kurt Vonnegut