A Good Morning For Jogging.
“I get out of the sleeping bag. It’s cold and I get dressed quickly. Chris is asleep. I walk around him, climb over a fallen treetrunk and walk up the logging road. To warm myself I speed up to a jog and move up the road briskly. .. Good, good, good, good, good. The word keeps time with the jogging. Some birds fly up from the shadowy hill into the sunlight and I watch them until they’re out of sight. Good, good, good, good, good. Crunchy gravel on the road. Good, good. Bright yellow sand in the sun. Good, good, good. .. These roads go on for miles sometimes. Good, good, good. Eventually I reach a point where I’m really winded. The road is higher now and I can see for miles over the forest. .. Good.“(Cont.Next)
Lochsa River Canyon ID. This whole passage emphasizes Quality of being alive and the Narrator's dependence on “Good old reality. .. “ But we notice, again, that the Narrator does not go with Chris, and for sure the "exploring" asked for by Chris does not happen! Why?
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(Photo = 110-1063cz.5 ...... ZMM Page = 246 ...... WayPt = 265i8. Photo at 268w 3003ft)