|It's the beginning of wildflower season in the Pacific Northwest, perhaps symbolic of the springing forth of new life|
for which this wounded world cries out.
I don't know whether I'm just not quite as spry as I used to be, or whether I'm simply out of shape. I suspect it's a bit of both. But my return to the city left me wanting nothing more than a cool shower to wash off all the grime and a soft bed to nurse my sore feet after two long days on the trail. Taking in both was positively the best thing in the world at that moment. Afterward, I felt…renewed.
One of the nice things about backpacking outside the range of cell phone service is that you get to unplug for a bit. I say "nice" with no hesitation, because the news around the world these days is just terribly depressing. Humanity is a mess, just like it's always been.