mountainman
10-01-2014, 20:39
To understand this phenomenoe, I need to explain how I got here.
Six years ago I left Springer Mt hiking north on weekends with the goal of getting to the top of Mt Katahdin someday. I still worked so I used extended weekends till I got to New Jersey. It got much more difficult then reguiring hikes of 5-8 days always with a deadline to get back to work.
Now being close to the finish I had 4 days to get from N.C. to Katadin Iron Works Rd and hike 45mi to the South End of Nahmakanta Lake, and be back to work at 6am on the 5th day.
I finished early in the morning at Nahmakanta Lake just 35mi from Mt Katahdin. It would be 3 hrs till Buddy's wife picks me and takes me to the Airport.
I'm sitting on the gravel beach eating Cabot Seriously Sharp Cheese and crackers and sipping on hot chicken broth. The air is cool and the warm morning sun feels good on my back. I'm looking up the Lake under perfectly clear skies. There is no sound, no wind and the water is as smooth as a mirror. After awhile a float plane came flying low over the water towards me and flew slowly over me disappearing into the ski behind me.
It now is so quite and still that I feel as if I'm in a picture frame where time as stopped.
After awhile I fell something I can't explain. Later I realize that it is stress lifting from my body, stress from a Lifetime of chasing goals and being controled by time. No More!
Six years ago I left Springer Mt hiking north on weekends with the goal of getting to the top of Mt Katahdin someday. I still worked so I used extended weekends till I got to New Jersey. It got much more difficult then reguiring hikes of 5-8 days always with a deadline to get back to work.
Now being close to the finish I had 4 days to get from N.C. to Katadin Iron Works Rd and hike 45mi to the South End of Nahmakanta Lake, and be back to work at 6am on the 5th day.
I finished early in the morning at Nahmakanta Lake just 35mi from Mt Katahdin. It would be 3 hrs till Buddy's wife picks me and takes me to the Airport.
I'm sitting on the gravel beach eating Cabot Seriously Sharp Cheese and crackers and sipping on hot chicken broth. The air is cool and the warm morning sun feels good on my back. I'm looking up the Lake under perfectly clear skies. There is no sound, no wind and the water is as smooth as a mirror. After awhile a float plane came flying low over the water towards me and flew slowly over me disappearing into the ski behind me.
It now is so quite and still that I feel as if I'm in a picture frame where time as stopped.
After awhile I fell something I can't explain. Later I realize that it is stress lifting from my body, stress from a Lifetime of chasing goals and being controled by time. No More!