This was written by a woman who just finished hiking the PCT and I figured it deserved a place here.
Oh, want, want, wantÖ I donít want money. I want shelter, food and water. I donít want diamonds. I want winking stars and moonlight. I donít want a bouquet of cut long-stem roses. I want wildflowers growing along the edge of a path, leading me somewhere. Anywhere. I donít want the biggest, latest plasma tv. I want a series of vistas that I work hard to see and stories of what I encountered to get there. I donít want a big, cushy recliner. I want the perfect rock to lean against, a divet in the dirt that fits my butt just right and maybe an old decaying log to prop my feet up on. I donít want make-up and perfume. I want dirt under my fingernails and the scent of pine, sage and an occasional patch of wild blueberries swirling around me. I donít want expensive, aged wine. I want to dip an overly-used bottle into a crisply cold mountain stream or trickling spring. I donít want cars and the hum of city life. I want crickets, birds, frogs, wind in the leaves, footsteps on the earth and the silence of the forest. I donít want schedules. I want simple. I want whatís there. Whatís always been there. Itís simple and itís all natural. Itís reliable. Itís peaceful, private, and personal. Itís a place to melt every sense I have into one giant organic orb of being. To just be. I want to be outside. I miss itÖ I miss being outside. Every day. All day. Moving, seeing, experiencing, struggling, loving, feeling, being as alive as I can feel in the most naturally comfortable way possible. I donít want to sleep indoors ever again. I want to feel a bite from the cold air on my face after I peek outside from the warmth of my sleeping bag. Every single day. I want to wake in the darkness of early morning, stars still twinkling above. I want to walk, silently and carefully as the natural light slowly brings my path into view. I want to watch the sky wake up with me in pastel colors and diminishing shadows. I want light breezes to carry me along when I feel tired. I want the flowers to smile at me and the mountains to invite me in. I want to climb into their mysteriousness Ė to immerse myself in their beautiful secrets. I want to surround myself with the air of desolate nature. Every single day, I want to wake up outside.
Loc: Gateway to Columbia Gorge
The one proviso is that my nice heated house, with lots of things to do during the 15-16 hours of darkness, is very tempting during the winter! For the rest of the year, though, that essay fits me perfectly!
Edited by OregonMouse (11/04/1309:46 PM)
May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view--E. Abbey