I find myself nearly 8,000 feet above sea level and 30 minutes out from the rim of the Grand Canyon. It is a weekend trip with a handful of guys I’m fortunate enough to call friends. Tomorrow we plan to hike down into the Canyon and back up again–maybe 5 or 6 miles each way. It sounds like a little bit, but the information I read says it is a bit more activity than i’ve done collectively over the past few weeks. This coming from a guy who said the other day that exercise was, basically, not gonna happen.
Maybe I should revise that statement: Exercise will not happen if it feels like exercise, but if I’m doing something fun, I might burn of a bit of the tire in the process. One hike, even a long one, surely will not accomplish that. Still, with the weather coming around nicely I may find myself more willing to run around with my boys and make myself healthier that way.
Back to the Canyon: Tomorrow I’ll likely regail you with the beauty and wonder of nature, but we cruised in with the late evening. The moon even took leave this night and I know nothing of what this place looks like. I know what it feels like: escape. Short of my ipad, this is a disconnected world, belonging more to Mother Nature than the digital realm. I have left TV behind, and I am better for it.
Now I sleep and look forward to a long and fulfilling hike.
Some thoughts:
- I started this post writing something else, but erased the first line and started fresh. Erasing reminded me of how it was before computers, when I did my writing out of a spiral notebook and deletion meant turning to a new page and starting from that sheet of white. I miss the days of paper. I’m still old enough to be able to flip back and forth, but my children’s children will write only from tablets, phones, and mid air keypads. It is hard to believe that I live at the end of the paper era.
- I wonder if I’ll look distinguished with glasses or just more nerdy?