Good description for me today. Paul woke me up at 6:30 am with a phone call from the Long Trail. It was the first time I have gotten to speak to him since he left and it made such a difference on how I was handling him being gone. It is almost as if not talking to him would be easier, out of sight-out of mind. Once again I miss Paul, but it is the missed hiking experiences that are really driving me nuts. To me, it is as if I cannot sit here going about "normal" life when I know there are mountains to climb...calling me with their feelings of calm simplicity, all the while I am going about my "norm".
So after class this morning I peddled for 19 mi hoping that some exercise would calm my antsy feeling. Unlikely, getting to see trees and hills just reminded me what I am missing. I am counting down the days until I graduate because this girl is going for a hike, whether two weeks or a month (or two). Slickrock lives, hidden, but she is there.