Some days, it's fun to explore a long trail, moving fast and taking in many miles of wonder in one trip.
Some days, it's fun to go slow, and listen to the wind in the trees, to stop and watch the clouds roll in...
I once had a 31 mile trip planned on the Forsee Trail. I got about a mile in, changed my mind, and lay down on a big fallen tree for about an hour, watching the tops of the pine trees sway in the breeze. Then I got up and went home. That's not even slow, it's a stop.
Fast, Slow, Stopped. All wilderness.
I appreciate the various posts above, I find they reflect my feelings as well.
Incidentally, while rude drivers can be annoying, it might serve as a stress reducer to remember that even they can be useful. When I'm driving back home from a Skyline adventure on the 10 fwy, and some nut passes me going 100, I do appreciate his volunteering to draw off the CHP so that I can drive in the left lane and not have to worry about getting a ticket. Go Speedy. I can't afford that pricey ticket, so don't cut off Felipe
but thanks for taking that ticket for me.
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