ON A HIKE

Grass is hard to come by on the trail. Sure there is sporadic patch lining the path, but you may go weeks without seeing an open field.  It's a long brown tunnel, with no room to throw frisbee.

That's why when I came across Siler's Bald, I was so amazed.  A huge meadow, with deep green grass that climbs a sloping hill to an amazing view.  Kooper and I looked at each other and I think we were both thinking "frisbee".  Finally, virtually unlimited space to run and fling a flying disc.  I hesitated, it was getting late and I still had many miles to go.  I decided to go for it.  I took off my bag, emptied my pockets, and started sprinting to the top singing "The Hills Are Alive".

When I came back down, and began to pick up my stuff, I first noticed the Bible I put down when I emptied my pockets (The one given to me by Trail Angels earlier that day).  I felt a rush of joy overtake me.  I didn't have a relevation or an epiphany or anything, just pure joy, bringing me to tears.  Truly a spiritual moment.  One that provided the lift I needed and reminded me of why I am on this hike.  One known as "Trail Magic".

Where/what is your Siler's Bald?  If you are stuck in a tunnel, try racing up the hill.  Forget your constraints for once.  Grab a frisbee and let it fly.