mt baldy

Sometimes I worry that most things will be better in my head. That one day, I will walk down the aisle with a pebble in my shoe or spend an entire winter in Manhattan only to learn that I hate cold weather. I fear that the scenario in my head is always better than the lived human experience. I’ve come to accept that the obsession with anything that might be really good is wasted energy. I accept that being a living being with joints and nerve receptors can change the way that I experience just about anything.

Hiking is one of the few things that confronts discomfort. It forces you to be present with every ache…