One of the simple pleasures of my childhood was playing in the rain. As I grew older, I still loved the rain but never seemed to make the time to just enjoy it. Not run from it; not dread it. Just embrace it. So today, as the rain put a damper, so to speak, on my original plans, I decided to just go with it.
I decided to go on a trail I hadn’t been on before but thought I might know where it would lead. The first hour went quickly and it was then I realized that the trail had been, for the last half mile or so, on an incline. It wasn’t leading where I thought it would; curiosity pushed me forward. The incline continued to steepen as I walked up and up, the rain falling softly around me. The sound it made as it fell onto the leaves, trees and forest floor is one that I don’t have words to describe. It is its own song; the music of rain, the orchestra of nature.
After two and a half hours and still no real clue where I was headed, I decided to start back down. The trail was already becoming slick from the rain and with the overcast skies, darkness would come sooner than usual. I plan to go back when I have an early start and can get to the trail destination. It likely leads to the High Knob lookout, which is a mediocre destination without the tower, but I won’t know until I get there.
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