Part of me wanted to be out hiking today, but that will come soon enough.
Sky pouring rain, and rainfall stopped, air cold, then warm, and turned cold again. Looks like hiking season to me.
My last full day in Western Maryland started at the doctor's to get my papers filled out for autumn plans in the Smokies, the remainder spent with big screen photos, trail stories, and a 2005 thru-hiker, excitement snowballing all the while. Not a bad way to spend a rainy February morning just days prior Springer Mountain.
It's almost as though my departure began from there, taking the scenic route to see Lindsay, and then Lindsay's parents. While goodbyes have a distinct bitter-sweet element, I have an affinity for such an element and find them irreplacable.
Afternoon thus drifted into evening, and now evening closes on the mountainside. My first few days of trail food packed with the data grids and final additions for take-off. Car cleaned, needing only a change of motor oil in the morning. Stretching to music tonight, as the former is my only resolution for the trip, and the latter what I anticipate missing the most. But already I feel days taking on a natural rise and fall in circadian rhythm, and this is undenyably the more enticing.
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