Eating a sandwich in the Sandwich Range Wilderness, Part II

This time it was all-natural unsalted peanut butter and cherry jam on oat-nut bread on top of Sandwich Mountain. I did an 8.7 mile loop on Saturday, solo again. I’m really loving hiking by myself, I have to say. It’s a natural extension of my life at the moment, and if I’m going to spend a lot of time alone, why not have it be in the woods? Also when I was little I did this a lot – hang out by myself in the forest. Maybe I was a mushroom or a blue spruce in a past life. Although I was more than likely a gooney-bird.

It was gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous on Saturday and on my way down the mountain I walked for a while through a stand of birches and it was just like I imagined it would be, with the yellow leaves of the tree against the blue sky, and Drake’s Brook to my right, and red maple leaves mixed with the yellow leaves on the ground. Ah, I was never good at poetry, but trust me, it would make your heart sing to be there. It would make you believe in things greater than yourself.