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Hiking & Backpacking
I dream of hiking into my old age. ~Marlyn Doan
You need special shoes for hiking — and a bit of a special soul as well. ~Terri Guillemets
Hiking—the art or science of going for a walk rather more ostentatiously than our forefathers thought necessary. A moment's reflection will show that one can hike just as thoroughly on a flat roof as in the Kalahari Desert, and at a far more reasonable cost. The roof-hiker, moreover, has this added consolation—that when overcome by general lassitude, corns on the soles of his feet, or a sense of the sheer futility of Life, he is spared that irksome journey home which has been so aptly described as the end of an imperfect day. All he has to do is to open the nearest trapdoor and pop downstairs, shouting for his slippers. ~W. Heath Robinson and K.R.G. Browne, How to Live in a Flat, 1936
Hiking is just walking where it's okay to pee. ~Demetri Martin
[Hiking] is the best workout!... You can hike for three hours and not even realize you're working out. And, hiking alone lets me have some time to myself. ~Jamie Luner
I think that I cannot preserve my health and spirits, unless I spend four hours a day at least — and it is commonly more than that — sauntering through the woods and over the hills and fields, absolutely free from all worldly engagements. ~Henry David Thoreau
Who that knows the trail from Mill Valley to Bolinas, by way of Willow Camp, can ever forget the enchanting beauty of the panorama that unfolds before the vision? The tenderest tenderfoot forgets the toil of climbing in contemplation of its delights and surprises. ~Eufina C. Tompkins, "Story of Two California Artists," in Sunset, June 1904
Only the explorer of steep and narrow trails inaccessible to cattle makes acquaintance with flowers in a grazing country. The large scale of all the physical features of California tends to monotony of vegetable life. The same trees cover miles of country. Only those who climb find variety. ~Isabella G. Oakley, "Santa Barbara of Today," in Sunset, May 1904
☼ The integral of the gravitational potential taken around any loop trail you chose to hike always comes out positive.
☼ Any stone in your boot always migrates against the pressure gradient to exactly the point of most pressure.
☼ The net weight of your boots is proportional to the cube of the number of hours you have been on the trail.
☼ If you take your boots off, you'll never get them back on again.
☼ The local density of mosquitos is inversely proportional to your remaining repellent.
~Barber's Laws of Backpacking
Backpacking: An extended form of hiking in which people carry double the amount of gear they need for half the distance they planned to go in twice the time it should take. ~Author unknown
My father considered a walk among the mountains as the equivalent of churchgoing. ~Aldous Huxley
Nature says thou shalt keep the air, skate, swim, walk, ride, run. When you have worn out your shoes, the strength of the sole leather has passed into the fibre of your body. I measure your health by the number of shoes and hats and clothes you have worn out. He is the richest man who pays the largest debt to his shoemaker. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, 1851
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves. As age comes on, one source of enjoyment after another is closed, but Nature's sources never fail. ~John Muir
But in every walk with Nature one receives far more than he seeks. ~John Muir, July 1877
I preach the mountains, and everything that is taller than a man. Giant shafts of trees, such shafts as one sees only in the stupendous forest of the far West, shot straight into the sky. We were up before the dawn. So titanic was the forest. The trails led us up and up, under spruce boughs becoming fragrant, over needle-strewn floors still heavy with darkness, disclosing glimpses now and then of gray light showing eastward between the boles. Suddenly the forest stopped, and we found ourselves on the crest of a great ridge, floating on a sea of darkness. Scarcely had we spoken in the miles of our ascent, and now words would be sacrilege. The gray light grew into white. Wrinkles and features grew into the mountain. Gradually a ruddy light appeared in the east. Then a flash of red shot out of the horizon, struck on a point of the summit, and caught from crag to crag and snow to snow until the great mass was streaked and splashed with fire. Slowly the darkness settled away from its base; a tree emerged; a bird chirped; and the morning was born! Far hills rose first through rolling billows of mist. Then came wide forests of spruce. As the panorama rose, the mountain changed from red to gold. Then the forest rang with calls of birds and a hundred joyous noises, and the creation was complete! ~Liberty Hyde Bailey, "The Realm of the Commonplace," The Outlook to Nature, 1905 [Sunrise on Mt. Shasta. A little altered. And, actually, they were on horses. —tεᖇᖇ¡·g]
Walking, Travel & Wanderlust, Exercise,
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