1. Little Schloss

 Doing this all again.

He doesn't care where that trail goes.

I didn't realize how much I missed the woods, or even just a few hours of solitude.  It's good to be back outside.  My lungs are still burning but at least they feel like lungs again.

Beat the dogwoods to the season, but just barely.

I was the only one on this trail. It's how I like it. I want more people to use the trails, I just don't want to see them do it. I want to feel like the forest is mine. I want to be John Muir, escaped from the horrors of civilization into the wild green Eden of the woods.

Stop looking. Nobody is there.

What makes a sign carved in wood better than an interactive arrow on my phone?

I know the right ranger could explain one; the other is owned by a man in a cubicle.

I'm out of shape.  Hiking brings me to a place where I can be in the now.  Thinking about hiking brings me to a place where I want to quote Taking Back Sunday lyrics.  I'd rather just think about hiking.

Yeah, that's a satellite dish.

Back to the hike.
Good. Great, even, maybe.  Might be biased.  Lots of spiders, but a great rock scramble.  Porter got up it.

That dog would jump off a cliff with me, and be offended I went first.

Anyhow, I'm getting back into it.

It's a high mountain to climb, but the views are worth it.