People sometimes slip off on a hike because âit’s just for a walkâ, but in the woods. The anti-hiking lobby thinks it shouldn’t have its own name, or be a hobby at all. Maybe they just want to bring me down to build themselves. But recreation doesn’t need any bells and whistles or bells and whistles, and the simplicity of the hike is what makes it so great.
Look, I’m not going rock climbing, I’m not strong or brave enough. I won’t go whitewater kayaking – same reasons, plus I don’t know how and I don’t have the patience to learn. Corn! Thanks to the hike, I can still have one or two outdoor adventures.
The hiking trails are designed to show you the best things. Someone else, supposed to know what they’re doing, has planned the routes and paved the way, to make sure the others are having the best time. It’s like a guided tour of Nature. Want to see beautiful colors? Try to hike in the fall. Want to see the biggest mushroom you’ve ever seen? Go for a hike. Do you wanna drink a beer in the woods like a cool teenager? The hike is for you.
And did I mention the peaks? âFeeling on top of the worldâ is an expression to be happy. Do you literally want to feel on top of the world? Hike to the top of a mountain (can be small, we are not greedy around here).
Now, I admit, there is always that moment where I walk, happy as a clam, shouting to my companions “hey, look at that weird leaf!” Or “this rock is so ugly I bet all the other rocks hate it!” and then bam, it hits me. Hiking is a terrifying activity. I am in the middle of nowhere. I don’t have mobile phone service. I have no survivability. I mean, what if we get lost and the sun goes down? I can’t make a fire! Often times, I can’t even get a lighter to work the first time!
And as, at this point, I let my brain travel down Panic Road, I suddenly remember that the woods are filled with wild animals that have no reason not to attack me. In fact, I stomped on their house all day shouting things like âECHO! … did it echo? Let me try againâ¦ ECHO! So like, yeah, I get it, I deserve to be eaten, or at least maimed.
That being said, I still get back to the car very well. At least so far. If ever it doesn’t, someone should come here and edit my review (please set it to 0 out of 10).
Acknowledging these very real fears on the trail can be a little confusing at the time, but when will I be back in the parking lot? I feel all the more accomplished. I didn’t just walk around. I faced real dangers head on and walked out the other side. In addition, I was able to see a real big mushroom.