Yesterday my friend Robert Frost dropped me off near a wildlife preserve in the early afternoon. I walked a little while and then headed into the woods and couldn’t have been happier.
I set up my hammock in this odd forest of pine and palmetto. Yet I felt at peace and home. Far enough away from the paved road for it to be a distant memory, which was something I had been yearning for, I sat and took account of everything I had:
Plenty of food. Both my own and food people had given to me. Full on water thanks to Rob for letting me stay the night and refill. And plenty of new good memories of friends and adventures.
I slept like a baby.
In the morning, I woke with the sun and my first thought was:
“Alright time to get going.”
Then as I lay in my hammock, comfortable and taking in the serenity of the place a second thought occurred:
Typically, I like to go from point A to point B and have to remind myself to breathe in between. To smell the roses, relax, and enjoy the ride.
With that thought, I decided to sleep in. When I did get up I took the opportunity to do some Yoga, which my sore muscles thanked me for. I then read in my Bible and relaxed.
About noon I packed up and hit the road, not wanting to leave this beautiful place, but knowing there were many more wonders to be seen.
Around 3 o’clock, with the weight of my backpack seeping into my shoulders and an ample supply of woods, I decided to bed down early.
While I was looking for a good spot to set up, I found a boat in the middle of the woods. I pictured the captain:
“We’ll I was sailing through the woods and this stump came outta nowhere!”
I set up my hammock, gorged myself on food, and am taking some time to breathe in this wooded wonderland.
Forever your friend,