Saturday, June 17 Happy Trails
I’m sad to see my friends go, and so grateful to have this day to rest and be in the weariness.
It’s funny, I’m already missing the trail. I’ve never felt this way before.
Sunday, June 18
I wake, missing the trail. The effort and challenge, the camaraderie, fun and laughs, the everything about life on the trail that has me longing for more.
And so I turn my longing into planning our next trek. After talking with Dad today, I think I’ve figured out our next two week adventure next year to complete the AT across New Hampshire. We’ve got some challenging terrain and all new to me – the Wildcats, and Mahoosucs.
Today, I’m reminded as I wander in the woods that the “Church of the Woods” is my kind of church. This gathering seated on stumps, this question that sends us out wandering in the woods and returning with sticks and stories, rocks and wonders to share. It looks like it might rain. If it does, we’ll move indoors. For now we linger here and it does not rain.
Navigating Through Change 