Setting off
Early on I swore I would not use the term "set off" in conjunction with the John Muir Trail.
I determined this after I read a series of "misfortune strikes" articles in the newspaper. Apparently it is only after "setting off" that people fall victim to freak storms, odd animals and spectacular plunges. Nevertheless, for lack of a better term, we set off on the JMT today.
We were sleeping in the backpacking camp near the trail. At first - note the first - the day started with delicious promise given an extra trickle of spice with just the right note of apprehension. I woke up to a soft, colorless dawn. Just a subtle lighting behind the tree branches above my tent skylight.
I'm a night owl. To say I woke up at first light is like saying Kevin Federline was named poet laureate.
In preparation for this trip, I took a flurry of yoga classes over the past two months. I went to Katie, owner of Coil Yoga downtown, and basically said, "Help." And she did. So yoga seemed like the right way to start the trek.
The only flat surface I could find was a picnic table. I did some salutations on a picnic table, facing an ever-goldening washed, golden glacier-cut mountain face. I had a peaceful, exuberant feeling. But then, I didn't know what was going to happen next.
Comments
That's a tease of an entry... I am interested in hearing what's next though. Say on!
Posted by: ScottM | August 10, 2006 03:29 PM
too bad there isn't a picture I could add to my yoga collection. Diana in Mexico, Diana in Cambria...
Posted by: janet | August 11, 2006 01:03 PM