Back on the trails

Tomorrow I will start hiking again. I find myself torn between taking the easier Cheatham Hill loop (and finding the hidden cemetery where I have spent many hours hiding in the past) or going all out and going up Pigeon Hill. The thought of being back out by myself makes me happy and sad at the same time. So much of my time has been spent on the mountain trails. Being out there is sure to bring back memories of my youth. Watching trains, sneaking around in the dark, playing frisbee, hacky sack (always with the damn hacky sacks), car tagging, and just being with good people who always made me smile.
There has been a lot lately that has made me feel nostalgic for days gone by. Rocky Horror is playing at the Strand theatre, listening to a lot of G. Love and Special Sauce, starbucks sunsets, talking with old friends, something in the air. Where did that life go? Many of the people that made those years special are still close to me, but some may be gone forever. My circles of friends continue to grow and I can only hope that more memories will be made everyday. Still, I hold on to those times that made me smile. Getting back on the trails is just one of the ways to keep them close.

Just a little maybe