Often I hike for the movement, the exercise, the destination rather than dawdling to appreciate the treasures along the way. I've always been one to happily hike long miles...as long as I could take my time at the midpoint and sit and gaze or write or swim or nap before returning...really enjoying actually being out. Be it a mountain top, the lakeside or in the high country; once I get there I love soaking up the hard earned solitude and the panoramas that usually accompany it. I look forward to some longer days as we slide in to summer and the snow slips away.
Yesterday my ambition was just to have some time to myself outside in the sun, some time to wander and play with my camera and time to sit and write. It felt pretty luxurious, and deeply satisfying.
I hiked up a section of a local trail, a section that might usually take 40 minutes round trip...but I spent 3 hours...and because I took my time, I saw this:
and I sat for awhile and wrote looking out through the trees and down at the newly melted Eyak Lake
it was nice to slow down and notice the little things, like the quickly emerging fiddleheads:
and the refreshing gurgle of the melting snow.