Though weak and even more weakened by the virus and straight from the couch into a solid 26-mile hike, he is the most beautiful sight. They both are. And those breaks we took down into rock and cold water and pure get your buff wet and squeeze it over your face and neck and sink into the earth and rest for fifteen or thirty minutes - set a timer and take a snooze when it asks.
We perfected breaks this time.
Today I am grateful for a hike and a couple of guys and the Waffle House menu.
Life feels like an anthem sometimes.
1 comment:
These cooler mornings got me wishing I could a little tent camping, been a long time. Looks like an awesome trip.
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