Hiking the Connecticut River
Woke up this morning camped in Stewart Hollow just past the Connecticut River. Wanted to do something different today. Maybe hike alone, 'though GopherMaine was good companionship. I wonder if I can hike a whole day without uttering a word?
Something about walking in the rain. The constant forest noise of drip drip, the rare crash of a limb or a whole tree - soft gurgle of runoff in a temporary stream. The hush of the grey clouds and stirrings of the wind through the canopy. Walking over a hump - up through the thinning laural thickets then out of the oak into a patch of bright paper birch, shocking in the light.