37°45’12.03″ N 105°32’06.39″ W – Elevation: 8,576′
The naturalist, John Muir, told of the wonders of nature and the magic that happens when we simply take a long, deep walk into it. Ever watch the expression of a child on a trail…?
Somewhere along the way, we’ve become distracted, anxious, and worried when the simple way is right in front of us in plain sight. Somehow, the grip of the screen turns us away from a much larger and far more inspiring one: nature.
Whether it’s a kayak ride along the Intracoastal waters in Florida, a gentle hike up to Cadillac Mountain in Acadia Park in Maine, or an extended mountaineering expedition to South America, the world is waiting for you.
And a wonderful thing happens when you wander into nature, your soul begins to smile and as corny as it sounds, you begin to hear the birds and the gentle winds through the trees and you realize that you are free, at least for today.
Along the trails are others. Others who have found the way. Others who are re-learning the joy of simple discovery once again.
No screens. “No service” And that’s just fine.
Walking up the sand dunes that day, I found myself all alone in this grand space, save for just one other hiker. Each step up required a calmness, lest you sink back down; itself a call to surrender to the moment.
Up over the surrounding valley, about 750 feet of sand below me, I unpacked my lunch and took in the glorious views… all alone but certainly not lonely.
Was that John coming over to visit for a spell?
The old Scotsman smiled as he looked down at me, put his hand on my shoulder and whispered…”Is it not a most beautiful morning?”