Monday, October 03, 2011

The mountains are not what they seem—docile, gentle and green and generous. Trails that begin like a walk in the park soon turn into inclines that gets your heart thudding hard. There—some one’s spotted a half eaten snake, and ahead, a cheetah scat. In the quest for the next step, the next boulder, you forget you’re here to view the raw beauty of the forest. Balanced precariously on a ledge, you wonder why Reeboks have such a flimsy grip. I went on an easy trail with a nature group, but the forest guide ended up taking us into the core area of SGNP on a moderate-grade trek. I’m still shaky. But adrenalin-charged. Next time, I’ll see the view.

3 comments:

norrbu said...

austere di, I grief is raw - so good - but peeling the scab is not so good, right? - easy to say cause I've been doing it for far to long. But your case is probably different. I never want to forget people myself, and so good of you to do the same. my respect for you has increased.

Beth Westmark said...

This makes me hungry for mountain hiking again and the total focus it requires.

PQ said...

I use Reeboks too :-) Forest near Mumbai?