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The Joy of 12 Kilometres

 OK, it’s only 2 kms more than what I have been doing every Saturday since the beginning of September, but it was amazing….because… I walked these 12 kms on a Thursday morning. I usually walk 10 kms every Saturday, but I decided to up the ante and do an extra walk mid-week – partly because […]

hiking, Joy, reality

The Joy of 12 Kilometres

 OK, it’s only 2 kms more than what I have been doing every Saturday since the beginning of September, but it was amazing….because… I walked these 12 kms on a Thursday morning. I usually walk 10 kms every Saturday, but I decided to up the ante and do an extra walk mid-week – partly because

hiking, Joy, reality

The Joy of walking

 Today, I walked 7.2kms in an hour and a half!! It’s my best yet. And….and…I’m not tired!! I also had a 6lb pack on my back. OK, I was walking on pavement and the terrain was mostly flat. However, I had walked this same path three weeks ago and I had to take a break

hiking, Joy, reality

The Joy of walking

 Today, I walked 7.2kms in an hour and a half!! It’s my best yet. And….and…I’m not tired!! I also had a 6lb pack on my back. OK, I was walking on pavement and the terrain was mostly flat. However, I had walked this same path three weeks ago and I had to take a break

hiking, words

The Holy Ground

 I copied this from FaceBook and had to share. It speaks to my soul. Hiking – “I don’t like either the word or the thing. People ought to saunter in the mountains – not hike! Do you know the origin of that word ‘saunter?’ It’s a beautiful word. Away back in the Middle Ages people

hiking, poetry, travel

Poems for Thought…

At the risk of posting twice in close succession about poetry (I could lose the few readers I have), I feel that I have to give you (and me) a little more Mary Oliver. These are excerpts of simple poems that say so much.  From “The Journey” You strode deeper and deeperinto the world,determined to

hiking, poetry, travel

Poems for Thought…

At the risk of posting twice in close succession about poetry (I could lose the few readers I have), I feel that I have to give you (and me) a little more Mary Oliver. These are excerpts of simple poems that say so much.  From “The Journey” You strode deeper and deeperinto the world,determined to

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Of Pumpkins and Rainbows

Friday night we had “lighting of pumpkins.” Well, let’s say we tried to have lighting of pumpkins. I tried outside, at first. However, the wind blew out the matches and the candles every time. Plan B – light them inside and carry them outside. It worked except the rain put out a candle or two

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Brucing it up

That’s Brucing, not sprucing. Let me explain. It begins with Thanksgiving dinner on Friday night. We started doing this a few years ago, when a friend couldn’t make “the feast” on Saturday or Sunday. I loved it, because we were then “free” to go away for a day or two over the long weekend. This

hiking, travel

Brucing it up

That’s Brucing, not sprucing. Let me explain. It begins with Thanksgiving dinner on Friday night. We started doing this a few years ago, when a friend couldn’t make “the feast” on Saturday or Sunday. I loved it, because we were then “free” to go away for a day or two over the long weekend. This

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