BABBLING BROOKS

The  day started with a few rain drops which made me scurry to break  camp at 7 but  the sun broke through  for another  nice Virginia  day. The climb was tough  but walking  th20150513_003626e ridge line was tougher.  I set out to  walk  20 but hiked 22 to  another  site  by a babbling  brook. Actually  23 if I  count  the 1/2 mile I  walked  down  hill for needed water. In camp  the 16 year old  population  doubled  so it’s not  just the brook. I  don’t  remember  ever being  that happy but if I  was I’m  sure  I  was pretty  obnoxious.

I   meet  so many  happy  people  along  the way  that it’s  bewildering. I’m  not  trying  to  punish  myself out here but despite  the beauty  that’s what  I  seem to  do. I’ve  slowed my pace, I  stop and take pictures  and even some times  I  stop just to  touch the texture of  the trees. But  nonetheless  by the end  of  the day I  feel like I  am  in soccer  camp . It  mystifying  to watch  how quickly  others bond out here, how interested  in where we are  from, where  did we come from and where  are  we going. Those and what’s  your  trail name  seem to be the best conversation  starters. After  that I  got nothing and generally  drift back to my  tent or walk down  to  the  water to wash my  socks. I  know  I  am  missing  out  but  I’m  tired  and  feel  at times  I  simply  have  little  to  give. I’d  like  to  be  more  a part  of  the  culture  out  here but so far  I’m  more  of  an  observer/participant.

6 thoughts on “BABBLING BROOKS

  1. Soccer camp is tiring but it’s meant to be so fun that one hardly notices (until their achy muscles try to get out of bed in the morning). Don’t forget the bonding/fun part or all you’ll get out of this is the achy muscles. You don’t always have to ‘give’ to have a conversation. Think of it as collecting; just let them talk. (Besides, their stories will be great fodder for the book I’m going to make sure you write later! *wink*wink) You’re incredible, Popito! Love you!!

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      1. Andy, Write the book… Your favorite daughter is spot on…! COLLECTING…. Collect everything… Their stories, their triumphs, their dissapointments, their crushing defeats , their life Tragedies…. And, you cannot help but touch each of them in a special way… Because you listened enough to affirm them… and let them know they matter… At least to you… At least to someone… And it does not matter that you said few words or that you even shared little of yourself… Rich is the man that does this… And if you do, it really never ends up just simply being COLLECTING… It is SHARING in every sense of the word… No matter how much or how very little you share… Please do this for them… For us… But, more importantly, DO IT FOR YOURSELF…! Love Always, Doc Hollywood

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      1. A friend of mine taped a presentation I did back in the Fall and recently edited it so I could post it on Youtube.com. After going to the website, just search for Andy Davidson thru hiking thru life and you should get the 3 parts. The total presentation lasts about an hour. Hopefully it will make you laugh and think. Since I last wrote, I have to say I really miss the trail and miss conversing with y’all even more. I’ve been working on another project which I hope to announce in the near future. Until then I have dreams of jumping in the truck with Lor and Belle (our Springer Spaniel) and back packing out West this summer. (Just don’t tell my employer).

        Take care, “Phantom”

        I can’t thank you enough for all the support. Feel free to spread the word and I apologize to some of you who may be getting this notice as a repeat.

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