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Run Haiku

2020/02/13

Dressed for robbery
Peeking through frozen lashes
Make the morning rounds

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Nordic Ski Haiku

2020/02/11 PM

Snow begins to fall
Headlamp constellations
Gliding through the night

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Run Haiku

220/02/11

My shoes are ghosts
Body a passing shadow
Framed by reflectors

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Run Haiku

2020/02/10

White hare
Disappears in the snow
Wind fills my ears

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Nordic Ski Haiku

2020/02/09

Morning light
Elusive creatures
The earth’s curves

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Journal

Walk and See

The Appalachian Trail stretch 2,140 miles along the Appalachian Mountains of the eastern United States, from Maine to Georgia. The idea of one long continuous trail was originally dreamed up by Benton MacKaye in the early 1900s to provide accessible wilderness experiences to an increasingly urban population.

As told by Robert Moor in his wonderful book On Trails, MacKaye was asked years after the trail was built about the ultimate purpose of the great trail, to we which he replied (in his own #walkhaiku):

  1. to walk;
  2. to see; and
  3. to see what you see!

We think of hikers as walking trails with purpose, but we often overlook the purpose of the trail itself. Historically, trails formed from get from point A to point B as efficiently as possible. But as Moor explains, “hiking” itself is a modern invention necessitated by a need to connect with nature. Hiking trails aren’t designed for efficiency, but for connection. The journey, not the destination, is the goal of a good hike.

Along a similar vein, consider Craig Mod’s reflection after several “thru-hikes” of historic trails in Japan:

“If you want to know the story of a place, walk it. For to walk is to apply the rigor of process to place.”

If you’re interested in trails and self-powered travel, read On Trails, and sign up for Craig Mod’s newsletter.

Better yet, go for a walk, to see what you see.

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Run Haiku

2020/02/07

Rumbling machines
Their lazy smoking
Golden moonlight

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Nordic Ski Haiku

2020/02/05

Gray snow and sky
Reflect the moon’s muted light
Wooded trails by night

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Run Haiku

2020/02/04

Inches off the floor
Five feet below the ground
Find the old rhythm

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Run Haiku

2020/02/02

Churning up the trail
In a winter wonderland
Frozen Falcon