Twisted slinky legs
On Saturday, Julie and I felt due for an adventure – one that would get us out of the concrete and steel of our harsh city living – so I picked her up at 7:30am and we drove an hour east of Nashville. We located the completely unpeopled trailhead for Bearwaller Gap, and just walked into the wilderness. I know – how Christopher McCandless of us.
Five hours, one lizard, one turtle, two snails, and a deer later, we re-emerged, victorious and disgustingly sweaty. It was great. We hiked about 12 miles – on a largely unmaintained trail, with lots of ups and downs, and peanut butter and jelly for lunch.
Apparently I didn’t want to get too close to this vicious little guy?
The Tennessee wilderness is lush and green, with plenty of bugs. Julie and I frequently experienced “spider web to the face,” which is horrifying. I took the most thorough and meticulous shower of my life that afternoon, scratching my scalp to make sure that no ticks had taken up residence in my hair.
In closing, this is what my legs should feel like: