Exploring has always been in my blood

Exploring my world is something that I remember from an early age.  I loved hiking, and camping and always looked for another trail to check out.  You probably have hiked with someone like me, always wanting to lead the way.  Never wanting to turn back but instead needing to go around the next bend or see what was over the next hill.  It is still in my blood.       

When I was a child I hiked the hills near my home.  Some of those hills are dotted with homes but recently, I hiked some of the hills nearby.

This is the view from the hill near where I live now.  (It is about 2 miles from where I grew up)  It was a long way up.... but still more above this spot.  I took this as a point of reference as I could see where my house is from here.  It is near the left corner on the flat land where the brown turns to green.  The lake in the distance is Liberty Lake.  
When hiking today I never want to come back, I still want to see around the next bend.  But reality (usually  back pain) keeps the meandering under control.  After all I still need to make it back home.


Camping was always dear to my heart.  Mostly though, as a child we went to the same spot, year after year.  It was like returning to a dear friend but I still wanted to check out the next campground... the next best spot.  Indian Creek Campground on Priest Lake, Idaho was a pristine lake with all the hiking, swimming and boating a young lass could desire.  Picking huckleberries for breakfast pancakes and hiking the creek area are fond memories that I cherish.  But I still longed to explore the many sights unseen.

The best news is now I get to decide.

So much to see, so little time.


Thought for the day:
 “Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.”
  L. M. Montgomery