One of my secret pleasures is browsing through my photo archive looking for series. I noticed a pattern in my hiking pics.
I love to go hiking. It’s lovely to spend time in the great outdoors, and sleep under the sky. One of the great things of those hikes is coming home again. But where is that?
For all my hiking, I never spend much time looking at maps. I have people to do that for me. I mean, I love maps, aestetically speaking, and I appreciate their usefulness is finding your way. I’ve just never been very interested in the whole navigation thing. I’m happy to follow others. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a total navigational idiot. I’m just often surrounded by fellow hikes who genuinly like staring at maps and compasses. Who am I to deny them their pleasure? Besides, more that three people looking at a map will often only lead to confusion and disagreement. Who wants that on their holiday, right?
So I trudge along, enjoying the view, doing my thing, snapping some pictures. I’ll let them figure out which way is home.