Here are some photos from today's hike. The trailhead is actually 3 hours away, so we drove there last night. I slept under the stars while my hiking partner slept in the car. The park is in a very remote area, and the light pollution was minimal. It was very cool. We saw several large hawks, but I wasn't able to snap their picture.
I had the following thought while hiking: "Every experience is a mixture of pleasure and pain."
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i hope we can go camping this summer!
That would be cool, Beckett. Whatever you can make time for.
Nice! I like how even though it's springtime, it looks like it's fall due to the late winter that affected the country. Very serene!
:)
It really does look like fall. In fact many of the trees had dead leaves on them. It's a dogwood winter!
Those are beautiful photos, again. You really are lucky to live near that landscape.
Re: the mixture of pleasure and pain. Once when I was a kid I was standing in a fast-rushing stream near my friend's cottage in the Ontario woods. The stream was the result of a flood and the bottom was made of nothing but sharp rocks. The rocks hurt terribly but the rushing water was very pleasurable. I decided at that moment that I hated the mixture of pleasure and pain, because it was hard to know which feeling to pay attention to. I found the confusion about that as unpleasant as the sharp rocks.
I don't think there's a philosophy there, just an experience I've always remembered.
That's an awesome story, La Misma. Thanks for picking up on my cryptic coda.
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