Missed it in the craziness of yesterday so I’m reading it today lol
As I sat by my little fire later that evening, relishing its warmth and relaxing my weary body, I felt inspired to break into song. The fish I’d supplemented my dinner with had been especially tasty, I’d had two whole days without a drop of rain falling from the sky, and I was still “lost” in my beloved Sierra. That may not seem like much, but it was all I needed to be happy. A happy me leads to singing. You might think that’s weird but I bet I’m not alone in that particular correlation.
I should probably point out that I wasn’t in fact lost in the mountains. I just like to use that word to describe my long haul treks when I only have a vague idea of where I’m going to hike to next and a general outline of when I’ll be heading out and back into…
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