We went walking through the mud this weekend. It doesn’t snow much here, but it certainly rains. We rolled up the cuffs of our jeans, put on our (mostly) waterproof hiking boots and set off in hopes of finding cover from the rain under the forest canopy. We brought part of the forest home in the treads of our boots and the underbellies of our dogs.
I love hiking. I could go for hours (and often we do). I love that the air always smells like it’s been freshly rinsed off, with our without rain. I love that when you stand very still second after second after second can go by in complete and soft silence. I love the trillions of leaves in perfect symmetry with themselves.
I also love that by the time we make it back from our weekly pilgrimage our dogs are so tired all they can really manage is a yawn for the next 24 hours.