07.09.2013 - 07.09.2013
And we're off (with some new friends)!
A well-deserved rest
We separate from the others and take the Conic Hill scenic detour
I'm not looking forward to the extra climb, though
We're rewarded some nice views of Loch Lomond
But it's hard work going up hill with a "rucksack"
All in a day's work
The blue of Loch Lomond is intense
And now for the descent
I'm glad I have my trusty sticks
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Exhausted. Gotten to the point where I don't remember why I do this and am dreading tomorrow's hard work. Tonight we sleep lakeside, but the place is crowded and hasn't the peace of a lake idyll. I suddenly recall how Jason told me once he would really like to visit an alpine lake. When I asked him why, he responded that he had read somewhere how they were a unique or rare ecosystem. Suddenly it strikes me how much Jason is a boy in search of a good story. There's something sweet and vulnerable about that.
Chris has gotten us into the habit of sleeping without the rain fly at night. When I look up I see the curly tendrils of young tree branches--infinitely lovelier than a bright orange screen. It reminds me of how he used to insist we sleep in the van when it rained, so we could hear the pinging on the car roof. I always protested because I disliked waking up to a stream of students passing by our windows and possibly peering in, but now I'm glad and hopes he always forces me into these little odd behaviors so that I may experience life a little differently, if only in these small ways.
Something in here smells like wet dog, but it's impossible to tell what because the scent keeps escaping like a fuzzy memory that refuses to clarify.
It seems a lifetime ago that we started on this hiking trip.