In Stir

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.

From my last hike, November 18, 2007, to the summit of Dripping Spring Mountain in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. Got to climb some mountains!