Call me crazy, but there’s nothing like a walk in the woods.
Woods tend to look really similar. Trees are trees, no matter where you go. The trails are always different, but they’re all made of dirt, roots, and stone.
But I’ve hiked in so many different places. South Carolina, Georgia, North Carolina, Germany, Croatia…trails all over the world. Nothing difficult or extremely challenging, per se, but always a journey.
Croatian hikes are perhaps my favorite. Perhaps that’s my sentimentality kicking in, since my first hike in Croatia was part of the first journey I took alone.
After the 27th of June, I won’t be taking any journeys alone. None worth mentioning, anyway.
Life has a funny way of being as thematic as a novel.
No wonder novels are so great.