I never knowingly met any meth heads when out hiking.
Met a mountain lion once.
A good enough reason to be armed, though anyway….
Yep. We do not go out walking in the woods unarmed. Ever.
As an old-old woman missing many body parts you can imagine what I remember as I hiked numerous trails, ran numerous roads, slept with and without tents, in rain and snow, heat and cold and occasionally perfect weather—rarely with another person and not for long with him or her.
I do not know how many people do what I do or how long they do it...each time and total. I haven’t any idea. I do know if I do it now I will surely die.
When I do think ‘about to die’ I wonder and if there is a point to all this living especially the obligation parts. As I rarely talk with other people about any of this traveling, often in silence and rarely with music though I was a musician for a number of years.
How many others do this or something similar? Are they young or old? Happy or not? Do they figure problems out like I do or do they have their own satisfactions remotely like mine?
After thinking about all this and not talking with someone else similarly thoughtful but alone I still don’t know.