Why does time in the mountains seem more real than anything else? I’d love to give some politicians a dose of that reality and see if they might come to some sense.
Time for a typhoon? Can you trust the media to tell you accurately whether a typhoon is turning up? Can you trust the media to tell you anything with accuracy? Should you just have a coffee and see what happens?
Have the majority of humans collectively lost our sense of reverence for the wild? For environments we are not actively managing? Has sci-tech been a significant driver of that loss?
How easy is it to get sucked into thinking that your body looks wrong while forgetting what your body can do? How do you get your head out of that space? It’s hard but the outdoors helps.
We’re all looking for our path, including when we are staggering up a steep slope covered with tree fall. However, there’s nothing that beats the satisfaction of getting to the top of the mountain.
Mullygrub – an excellent word with a four-hundred-year etymology that has taken it from referring to a headache to referring to an Australian bowling an underarm cricket ball. Or is that the same thing?