I’m sure that I’ve mentioned this before, but at the risk of being repetitive, I’m an extroverted introvert. I used to be a very solid introvert, however that was in the shadow of a controlling narcissist who squashed every proclivity toward independent thought or action.
While I admit that I remain awkward, weird, and undeniably dorky, I’m no longer attached to the wall in social situations. That being said, my solitude requirements are significantly higher than the average person’s.
Last week Derpy Dog and I went on vacation. By ourselves. I rented a house, isolated in the woods and spent the week hiking. Being that summer is over and leaf peeper season is yet to start, we had the entire Adirondack Park to ourselves. Ok, I exaggerate, but it sure felt that way. We hiked five out of the seven days and met a grand total of three other parties on the trails. I’m not the Queen of Hiking; I’m old, chubby, and slow. However, I was proud that we managed over 35 miles with 6500 feet of elevation.
It was amazing.
The house itself was on a dirt road surrounded by 40 acres of pine forest. We had a regular flock of turkeys visit, some deer, and one lumbering porcupine. The icing on the cake, was one night the dog started growling at the sliding door. Drawing back the curtain I came face to face with a large coyote, less than a foot from the glass.
Did I mention that it was amazing?
I’m not very good at meditation. I want to be; I’m a firm believer in the physical and mental benefits. However, I sit down and my brain goes a mile a minute. No matter how hard I try it won’t shut up.
When I hike, thoughts disappear. As an experience, it’s the only time that being consummately present is utterly effortless. So having the opportunity to do a week of solo hiking was manna for the soul.
I think I’ll do it again sometime…