If you are a hiker or traveler, you will probably understand this feeling. Wednesday was one of those validating days. I drove to an access point of the Falls Lake Trail, with the little Huffy road bike hanging out of the trunk of the Buick. In the parking lot, I hopped on the bike and headed the 6 miles to where I had left off the day before at the end of Possum Run Rd. I locked the Huffy and set off into the cool clear day.
I had almost forgotten this feeling. The cool morning, flocks of robins squabbling in the skeletons of deciduous trees, the soft path that yielded to my steps, and flashes of green as I passed through Longleaf and Loblolly pine sanctuaries and past hardy Christmas ferns. The strobe light effect of walking swiftly past the long shadows of trees in the morning. Not every day of every trip is a high. But the good days are great. I hiked about 11 miles in 4 hours, and could have leapfrogged part of the next section to finish up some more miles. Instead, I cranked up my Ace of Base tape in the Buick, picked up the Huffy, and drove to resupply at Whole Foods and Great Outdoor Provision Company. I have one more day of the Falls Lake Trail before I am dropped off at its western terminus to bike westward to the mountains. My face is healing, after undergoing some pretty gruesome transformations this week.
Conclusion: Phook Yeah!
Total MST miles: 154.1 (all on foot)
Total trip miles: 198.3 (187.8 foot, 10.5 bike)