Remembering Why

The sun made it’s way through the air to warm our cheeks just enough to keep the cold breeze from freezing them. Going uphill, we shed layers. Walking down, we put them all back on. Stepping from one large boulder to the next, avoiding the small patches of ice still thriving in the shade of the foliage, we hiked.

A few weeks ago, on my birthday, RJ and I found ourselves in the middle of North Carolina on the Appalachian Trail. We were in the midst of a road trip home to Ohio from Florida, to spend Thanksgiving with our families.

It’s hard for me to figure out exactly what I want to say other than that the hike was beautiful and the trip home was refreshing. It was nice to get away from the boat for a while, in order to remember why I wanted to go back to it. At first, I was so happy to get off the boat. After two weeks at home, I couldn’t wait to return.

It has little, or actually nothing, to do with wanting to get away from family. I get that question a lot, from family, “why do you want to go so far away?”

Simply, I don’t want to live the same life every single day.

3 thoughts on “Remembering Why

    1. Hahah, yes, while we do enjoy our time on the water, we also find ourselves on land from time to time. πŸ™‚ Glad you feel better!

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