snow on Mt Moosilauke may 26

Summer, the time when the sun is warm, birds are chirping, bees are buzzing and the clank of tools into the earth. When winter fads people are crazy eager to get out and about and sink there hands into the soil. I mean why not… there are very few things that are better then getting out and getting dirty. We are animals and animals are meant to be out side. So why not live like that all the time? As kids, we run through mud, jump in puddles and avoid showers as long as possible. Being 25, I find that I still am doing all of these things. I do not know if this makes me immature or just human. I feel as though it keeps my mind pure and heart strong.
This summer like all others I find my self headed to sleep in a tent and have longs days playing in the dirt! On the horizon, vermont, what lie before me? Who knows? When I engage my self with the trail of life, I only look at the ground in and around my feet. I may take notice to the greater picture, if that is what my senses tell is right. But the attention lies were I stand here and now. When working on a trail one looks improvement as the traveling happens. Sometimes you choose to stay in one place for a bit longer and sort out a whole slue of problems, sometimes you just have one tree that needs to be chopped out. The point Is I guess if there is one, here is summer. I am hiking on a trail. There will be walls and water crossings that lie before me, fear may crop up, but we are people and people are strong. So I give a cheers to summer, time and life. Cause we are all moving forward, hiking up a trail to an unknown view. Expecting nothing but hoping for everything!