Four years out from the rain forest, I found myself whining when one of my friends asked me if I wanted to hike. "It's supposed to rain," I bitched. Then I paused. Had I become a fair weather adventurer? Had I somehow lost my toughness?
True to form, I decided I wouldn't give in. Despite the gloomy forecast, I prepared to charge up the Hurricane Creek trail. I couldn't become one of those people who sits inside if the weather isn't great! Could I? No. Off I went.
|The meadow was lovely and wild.|
|The waterfall is tiny; there must still be ice above. In summer we sit up there in the pools. Not for awhile!|
|Looking up canyon to the wilderness beyond|
The rain brought memories, both bitter and sweet. Do you ever outrun your past? I don't think so.
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