Out in the real word (why I hike) 📝 ⛺️
Hikers all have 1000 stories. When you hike, you meet people. You experience things. What is that bug? Will it rain? If I get hurt, will anybody come along on this trail? And why am I doing this anyhow?
Figure 1: “Sun in the Shennendoah Valley” by George Jones is licensed under CC BY 2.0
You meet people. Most of them are nice. Sometimes the’re not. Sometimes the’re like you. Sometimes the’re not. You deal with it. And often make new friends.
One thing you find is that life is stranger than fiction. You can’t make some of this stuff up …. a Cambodian Buddhist monk hiking the Appalchian Trail in Georgia who did not know proper procedures for keeping safe from bears, but told me about having to deal with wild tigers and elephants ….
Yeah, I could sit on my couch (or at my computer writing blog posts) all day, but it’s nowhere near as interesting as getting out there meeting people and seeing what the world is like. The real world is not a string of tokens ChatGPT could generate
This is post #5/8 for Blaugust 2024. Joining late. I think I can make 8 posts :-)