I’m not going to lie. I spend a lot of time daydreaming about getting back to the Rockies and Sierra Nevadas and dream places like hiking along the Amalfi Coast or summiting Kilimanjaro.
There’s nothing like the sweeping views from Thirteeners and Fourteeners in Colorado or watching the endless drift of the Pacific Ocean from the Santa Monica Mountains in California.
Most of the time, however, I’m trekking in Michigan around the landlocked Lansing area. There are few landmarks to hike to, so mostly it’s just the journey. But there’s a calmness in immersing yourself in the endless green of the forest (or the never-ending snow, depending on the season.)
When I do come across a patch of wildflowers in my local hikes, it’s a rare treat that’s beautiful in its own way. It’s not the sensory overload of the carpeted hills in the California Superblooms I’ve been lucky enough to witness. But in a way, I appreciate them even more closer to home because they’re more unexpected.
Until next time …
