So here’s the thing. I’m into challenges. Not like “how many Heath bars can you down with a 2 liter of Mt Dew” or anything like that. But every year I make a list of things I want to achieve over the next year.
Keeping with tradition I traditionally established these yearly goals the first of the year; January. This year I decided to take the power away from New Years (I hate holidays. Okay Independence Day is OK, but the rest? Not so much.) and put it where it belongs: on my birthday! So it’s not “what can I accomplish in 2014?” but rather “What can I accomplish before I have to start writing a different two-digit number in the little ‘age’ box on medical forms?”.
Goals in past years have been:
•Read 100 books (2010. I actually got 103. And not solely little teeny-bopper non-fick either, but I spent the entire month of April on the unabridged version of Les Miserables.) You can see the full list here.
•Summit 4 mountain peaks: an 11k+, a 12k+, a 13er and a 14er. (2013. Accomplished. Brought home a pebble from each summit, wrapped them in silver and now wear them around my neck)
•Pay off all consumer debt (2011. Yup. Did that, too. Then moved to Colorado. Ha ha ha)
•Get my MBA in under 18 months (started in 2012. Accomplished in 2013. Took me 16 months)
You get the idea. Random stuff. Sometimes I accomplish them all, sometimes I only get half. But the point is the challenge. The striving. The fun!
The goal then, for which this blog is the measure, is to experience a trail every day for a year. That means 365 trail experiences before I’m another 365 days older.
Why trails? Because some of my best most spiritual, educational, uplifting, defining, bonding, profound, laughable experiences have happened on trails. It’s time these moments are documented for posterity, don’t you think? A year from now I want to look back at this project and go, “Yeah. I remember that day riding Snodgrass, when I hit the aspen tree with my shoulder and instead of getting angry at it I stopped and gave the tree a hug.”
“I remember a hundred lovely lakes, and recall the fragrant breath of pine and fir and cedar and poplar trees. The trail has strung upon it, as upon a thread of silk, opalescent dawns and saffron sunsets.”