That being said, a desk job is not my ideal reality. Except, sometimes, I get to go see projects in the field before they happen. This one happened to be on the PCT, just south of the section I had completed a few weeks earlier. We were in Northern California and it was hot, one hundred and ten. I gazed longingly at the trail, wanting nothing more than to load up my pack and head north. The hikers we saw looked so comfortable, at home in the woods.
"Why do you like this trail so much?" my co-worker asked as we strolled along, dodging thru hikers. He looked less than enthused about an uphill section. It's just the idea of a continuous footpath from Mexico to Canada, I tried to explain. The hikers going by are part of my tribe. We gave a ride to one who had run out of money and enthusiasm. He wanted, he explained, to stop sometimes. To swim. To hang out.
There's just something about water that makes me want to get in it.
I'm back to the desk next week though. I've strolled across enough grass to know it isn't always greener. I do like the work trips though. They are like little rewards for the rest of the time that I spend tap tapping on a computer. I look forward to the next one.