Sunday, January 13, 2013

Last Hurrah

Every year during 'the return' of the holiday season, a new spot calls, and so, there must be tromping further and further from the Sanctuary. Last year, the river down by Althea's revealed itself. This time, it was across the river, through the bovine gallery's stomping grounds, and into the pines for some old school RandR. Analog style. Tree groans and slatted beams from a seat of needle kush and count it, I'm golden in synesthesia.

But the crew needs love too, so the Triumvirate of Thrill (father, son, son) decided to take it to the man and find our way to I-64 in order to bask in some back-country TV. Go watch a highway one time, it's wicked fun.



It's only with a goal in mind that you can get lost. Without the growl of the interstate luring us, we could have spent more time checking out the dried up lake, following track leads, or just ninja kicking trees (per Dad). I guess the point is that it seems easy to get lost these days. Maybe even more uncertain is where the goals are coming from.



The solvent came when I remembered how, last semester, a good friend of mine shared, "stress is a product of comparison; don't live someone else's life." Tromp on.



1 comment:

  1. Good tings mann... definitely captures the spirit of the adventure!

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