ab-longtrail
I had just toured Italy with the family and the south on my motorcycle. I was tired of roads and seeing a sea of faces where ever I looked. I needed a change of pace. Around me it was all rush, rush, rush. people operated at what my grandmother (father’s mother) calls a dizzying pace. I felt like I was getting caught up in the hustle and took to the woods for some peace and quite. I chose to hike the long trail, it runs through Vermont, from the Massachusetts border to Canada (270 miles), traversing the tallest mountains in the state. It was in climbing up and down the mountain trails that I found an inner calm and a renewed appreciation for all my good fortune.
ps. my camera lens got jammed and was permanently stuck on wide angle, limiting my shooting capabilities. I guess I’ll just have to hike the long trail again…bummer right.