I enjoy hiking and I try to go a couple of times a week. I like being out in nature, looking at the flowers or huge leaves of some plant looking for signs of fall. The pines are so tall and stately. The sky had big puffy clouds floating over head and look at that butterfly… And a dog comes charging around a corner and practically runs me over scaring me half to death. I never heard the dog coming. Or a bike rider behind me leans over my shoulder saying, “Excuse me,” making me jump half out of my skin. I had no idea he was there either.
I put a button on my backpack my hard of hearing specialist gave me which says, “Please get my attention. I’m hard of hearing.” I hope people can read it and I think it has worked, except for the dogs. (People love their dogs around here.) Another habit I acquired is looking back over my shoulder now and then to make sure no one is sneaking up on me… as long as I’m not too enthralled with the butterfly.
Hiking otherwise is very peaceful. Today I sat in a clearing off the beaten path on a rock writing in my notebook. It was shaded by pines and a creek was rushing by about 5 feet from me. I head the water but nothing else. I was relaxed but my rock had my back to the trail. I couldn’t help but look around a few times to make sure no one was sneaking up on me. There wasn’t, it was peaceful and I enjoyed my hour sitting there just being. Sometimes it’s hard to let go and trust instinct instead of being paranoid though.