Hello everyone. Sorry for the long hiatus. I have recently been inspired and motivated to get back on here and write a little, even if nobody is reading! It is sometimes therapeutic just to get some thoughts out and reflect on some positive memories from the past.
It is encroaching on the two year anniversary of boomerang and my self's departure for our Appalachian Trail thru-hike. It seems like yesterday we were getting dropped off at Amicalola State Park, yet sometimes its almost as a deep winter fog sets in on my memory and I fiercely struggle recall the day and other days early in the adventure. I often catch myself in an irrational panic when these memories escape me. To cite the Disney classic Peter Pan, the trail is my "Happy Place" and when I can't reach it physically, I seek the memory in its stead. I often worry that time will play its twisted role and slowly wipe these memories away from their storage places while I get caught up in the hustle of life. I never want to forget. I don't want to forget a single day, a single view, a single smell, a single person, the feel of the rugged earth and snow underneath my worn and tattered soles of my shoes, the freezing rain seeping down my neck onto the warm small of my back, the melodies of the insects at night, the songs of the birds in the morning, or the smoky smell of a campfire, or the feeling like your ready to burst at the awesomeness of the view at the top of a climb. It makes me so thankful that God has blessed me with a set of eyes and that he felt I was worthy enough to behold the beauty he created and if I were to be struck blind tomorrow I would not for one second feel cheated in life because of the sights these eyes have seen on that trip alone.