While hiking at Red Top Mountain last weekend, we saw a doe! Our new camera allows us to take a much better picture of far-away things, but she wasn't *that* far away. And we didn't even faze her a bit!
"Re, a drop of golden sun"
The trail took us to the banks of the Etowah river, and the sun glistening off the water made a very pretty picture.
"Mi, a name I call myself"
Well, obviously it wasn't just me that went hiking - the philosopher went too. It was our first Georgia hike, and we had a great time.
"Fa, a long, long way to run"
Five-and-a-half miles, at least. So not a *long* hike. And really, it was a much easier hike than the Pinhoti. When I get my "hiking legs" stretched out, we'd like to try a longer run on the Benton-Mackaye Trail up near Ellijay.
"So, a needle pulling thread"
How about, erm, threading a needle? (Is there some way I can really stretch the metaphor here?) While on our hike the philosopher's cell phone rang. That was a surprise in itself - we usually don't have cell phone service when we hiked in Alabama! He's been trying to thread that "job needle" for a while, looking for a teaching position. So the phone call? An offer of two philosophy classes in the spring. Score!
"La, a note that follows so"
Hm. I don't actually sing when I hike (disturbing the wildlife is a no-no in state parks, you know)! But we do TALK when we hike. Most recently it's been about his book project, with subjects like transformation, classical philosophy, contemplation, liberal arts, and Werner Jaeger's Paideia. Erm... I do a lot of nodding. And sometimes I get distracted and say things like "Oooh - look at that tiny frog!" or "MmMMmm - do you smell that? It must be a sassafras tree!" or "Did you hear that - that was a bird, right?" But my completely random, distracted interjections keeps the philosopher on his toes, and that's just fine. ::heh::
"Ti, a drink with jam and bread"
And to top off the afternoon, we had a cold glass of good, old fashioned, southern iced tea when we got home!
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