Friday, October 01, 2010
If all goes as planned, I'll finish my latest novel in a few days. If I do, I'm going to treat myself to a one-night backpacking trip. I know exactly where I want to camp.
A few years ago I was hiking on the Mountains to Sea Trail near Mount Mitchell, the USA's highest peak on the east coast. Along the trail I came to this view on the shoulder of one of our 6,000-foot peaks:
For reasons I can't exactly name, I have wanted to camp at the top of this rocky face ever since I saw it. From my vantage point far below, I even saw a spot I'd want to try to set up my tent. It's right here, at this enormous boulder below the summit:
I don't know if there's room for a tent there, but if there is that's where I want to pitch my camp and spend the night, watching the sunset and waiting for sunrise. I have talked to a friend who scrambled up the cliff face in the first photo and he says that it's pretty easy to do.
It's my reward to myself for completing a long and difficult task.