Thursday, December 20, 2012

Rain
















I drove over to Kennesaw Mountain National Battlefield Park this morning for sunrise.  As I approached the parking lot, I could see a fiery horizon through the trees.  I parked the car, and it immediately began to rain.  First a soft and steady rain and then intensifying into a pour.

I love days like this.

However, I have a new perspective on days like this.

I remember being on the Trail with Anna and looking at the weather forecast whenever we had cell reception.  I would pull up the Weather Channel app and see the "chance of rain" and sometimes just stare at it.

It makes me laugh, a little, remembering the relentless rain and thunderstorms we endured out in the open often without any shelter nearby.  I remember waking up on some mornings to a rainstorm outside my tent.  We would check the weather if we were able to, and a lot of the time the hourly forecast showed that little thundercloud all the way down the page.  We often packed up our gear in the rain and started hiking into the cold wet.

It's definitely nice and cozy to be looking out my window as the storm goes by, but at the same time, I'm thankful for the memories of being in the storm.

"From your lofty abode you water the mountains;
the earth is satisfied with the fruit of your work."
Psalm 104:13

 
July 1, near Kent, CT

 

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Ktaadn

Anna climbs the "Greatest Mountain," finishing the last few miles of the Appalachian Trail.