Pisgah – Walking the Flats

Christine and I finally got to go on a hike! To “open” the season, we chose to walk Pisgah down in the flat parts. Her dog was overjoyed because that meant river appearances. It’s cold, and we bundled up and walked a brisk pace (or at least that’s what my short legs felt).

A lot of this area is on old gravel roads that aren’t traveled much, and dogs are allowed off leash. That golden dot down there is Christine’s dog, running and loving every bit of it.

A few of the areas were sheltered by trees and when it was raining, it was nice to have the bits of shelter.

Other areas were wide open, which I love. As a person who grew up in the woods, I have an appreciation for light and openness. I feel free.

There she goes! The pup checks in with us frequently, then takes off again. She had dipped in large puddles and found water in various locations, and Christine said she was staying warm by running.

We got to a parking lot where we veered off onto a trail. Look at all that Methuselah’s Beard lichen!

At this point it was trying to snow. I couldn’t capture it on the camera though.

The snow was getting a little bigger, and I was able to catch some on the camera. It was too wet on the ground, though, so it wasn’t sticking.

Look at her dipping in the water! Crazy girl! That water must be so cold, but she loved it. She didn’t roll in it, dipping was sufficient.

Overall, we did 4.5 miles in about an hour and a half. It was a great time catching up with my friend. Our lives get so busy sometimes. Luckily, I’m changing departments at work, and we’re going to be working in the same department. I’ll actually be working with a bunch of people who I worked with when I was a CNA and then as a new nurse. I’m really looking forward to the change!

Published by aimee

It all started with my friend, Christine. She called me a Viking. It's because I like endurance sports as well as lifting heavy things. Plus, my heritage includes Norwegians... It struck a chord somewhere deep down. I suddenly liked the idea of not having to be a small, slender person. I could be strong and thick. I could have mass. I don't want to be overweight or obese, mind you. I just don't like trying to be a waif when that is very likely unattainable to me. I have muscle (under this fat). I like being strong. So this is my journey of becoming more fit and liking the fact that I will never, NEVER weigh 120 pounds.

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