Between creating my latest novel, working my eight-hour days at USPS, and family stuff, I haven't been camping or hiking since my trip to the Great Smoky Mountains National Park just before Thanksgiving. I'm starting to get antsy. I can only stand just so much of living in the city before I get the urge to seek some solitude in the mountains.
With any luck at all, I'll be hauling my Casita trailer to a National Forest campground next week when I have a three-day weekend. I'm going to try to get some hikes in somewhere in western North Carolina just north of the Georgia border.