The weather has been an evil demon this month. Where is the sublime in all of this?
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Carter Range… from the numbers, it’s stout. But put boots on the ground, and it’s still stout, but surprising. Not quite easy, but surprises abound.
Owl’s Head is often maligned for its lack of a view, committing mileage, and steep climb. But that misses the point. You so often hurt the ones who love you.
Sometimes you look out into the clouds, look inward, and hope to see beyond. Occasionally you find clarity.
It’s not a pussycat, but it’s not a lion. It lies somewhere in between. And over all its length, there is much undiscovered, waiting to be found.
It’s hard, but easier than it seems. And with unbelievable mid-autumn weather, what could go wrong?
It’s been far too long. Whether that is measured by the time spent away from the trail or from writing about it, truth. But here we are.
Worthwhile mileage doesn’t mean hard miles. Often the best is nearby, and relatively untrodden. If you’re not paying attention, you might just find something.
You can’t get what you want. But sometimes, you get what you need.
Open your mind to the idea that by doing something mindlessly easy, you might just be moving out of your comfort zone.
Sometimes you need to step away from the familiar to realize what you have, and what you don’t. Sometimes you really need the not-having. And that’s OK.
My legs were at once on fire, numb to the pain, still feeling the crush of every step. But I was in the mountains again, after a far too long hiatus.