When I was in Taos a little while ago for the Natalie Goldberg workshop I got going early, found the place where the thing was going to happen, and then just kept driving up the road. I don't know how I knew I'd find a trailhead, but I did know, and I did find one.
I took a brief and lovely morning hike up steep scree to the top of a ridge within easy reach, remembering as the muscles strained in my calves how much I need the mountains; how much I miss them, living now as I do in the flatlands; how much the mountains feel like home.
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