Smell the dirt, feel the mountain, taste the wind.
Personal:
"Our legs are tight, our feet are flying, and we are gliding over the roll of the land. The sun is up, the air is fresh, the stone is old, and we are free and at peace. The clock has stopped because another time has taken over." C. Bowden
I hiked 22 miles of the Santa Ana mountains today. An all dayer up over Santiago Peak, hitting snow at 4,000 feet which was a surprise in Orange County. I hiked the last 10 miles wearing a garbage bag.
I also finally got up kiteboarding today. This sport has kicked my butt, three lessons just to get up on the water and learn to turn. I'm getting old.
