“In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks.”
Under the shade of our umbrella, Chad-o and I found ourselves engrossed in a new pile of magazines. While we read, we chatted and discussed and sipped tea, all-the-while enjoying the sun and warmth of a Sunday morning.
An adventurous hike, on an unknown trail, wasn't on our to-do list.
Oh well. So much for the list.
Weekends mean relaxing and de-stressing, so we fired up the Internet, looked up the trail we wanted, and set out for our adventure.
Charlie wants it to be known that she ventured leash-free for the entire hike. She's quite the independent rebel these days. (Clap your paws, please- per her request.)
Truth be told, our destination served as the Laurel Highlands Hiking Trail Bridge that crosses the Pennsylvania Turnpike. Finding the real trail proved a bit more difficult that originally thought.
But find it we did.
While hiking along, we came across a mailbox attached to a tree.
Inside, we found a waterproofed journal, full of documented experiences and anecdotes from fellow hikers.
I found sincere amazement at the respect and care people took to preserve the trail and the thoughts of those who have gone before.
Chad-o took the liberty of writing our sentiments, while I lurked about taking photos.
Of course, a true note from us would contain our signature marking:
(A code that, contrary to popular belief, has yet to be cracked.)
After one last hill and uneven set of rocky steps,
we reached our ultimate destination.
I can't tell you how many hundreds of times I've traveled under that bridge. Honestly, for many years- all through college- that bridge served as a happy symbol. I'd pass under that bridge and think to myself, "I'm home."
What a great adventure and a fabulously wonderful new perspective.