Originally posted to ontheroadagainagain on October 1, 2016
Last night at Old Forge Camping Resort I vowed to hike the nature trail in the morning. This morning as the sun came up there was no part of me that wanted to leave the warm sheets and soft pillow. But I did. A lesson in the making.
As I left home (GrandpaLyle’s Ark) I thought of leaving my trekking pack behind. After all I was in a camping resort – it was super civilized – the trail was probably paved.
Wrong! Not only was the pack the right thing to have, I longed for the walking stick.
A warning at trail’s head cautioned that parts might be impassable due to beaver activity. The little darlings love to build dams that turn creeks into lakes.
The hike was exhilarating and breathtakingly beautiful. I returned safely an hour later with nothing worse than wet shoes.
The lesson for me: When my brat begs to stay in bed, think not of the warm comfy sheets, but of the elation that awaits the end of the trek.