My first day of mecation, and I’m experiencing some serious deja vu.
I found myself traveling down roads to a destination that reminds me of a time, not too long ago, when my family and I escaped the flat lands of Illinois.
The views are eerily similar.
The trails are almost identical.
But these trees seem to have a few more of their roots exposed.
Despite how familiar it all felt, I was having a tremendous time.
I listened to the sounds of nature and I breathed in the cool, pine scented, oxygenless air.
I traveled at my own pace and stopped to take pictures of scenes quite different from the ones at home.
I was enjoying the solitude.
I was enjoying not being on a time schedule.
Well, at least not until 4pm, when I had to be here.
And I have a feeling, that once I get this part out of the way, I’ll be able to have some good, clean, play-in-the-mud kinda fun.