I have often heard hikers joke about developing an addiction to hiking. Maybe it is adrenalin and endorphins, just as in bicycling, or maybe it is something else. For some, it may be the sense of achievement that is addicting.
I hike almost every day, mostly at Cowles Mountain in San Diego. I would not want to give it up. I do feel a dependency on it. I think it has altered my brain and nervous system. It is peaceful to me and restores me, and I enjoy the companionship of my wife on those hikes and, sometimes, of friends too. I do think it causes some harm, along with the good. I turn down other opportunities so that I can hike. It is possible to get hurt. I know many who have been injured. It causes enough harm, at least, to reflect on how it affects one's life and others in one's life.
What would life be like without some harm? Could we ever be most alive, or even mostly alive, without it?
