As of today, it's been two months and eleven days since I moved to the Bay Area from India, and two months and nine days since I completed my first hike - a 6-mile loop in Mt Diablo State Park. Before that day, I had very little idea of what a 'hike' entailed. If pressed, I’d describe it as a sort of cross between rock climbing and marathon running. Either that, or I’d conflate it with ‘trekking’ - the kind where lines of bundled-up people trudge through mountains with 100-pound backpacks and a snowstorm in their faces. While the Diablo loop wasn’t quite like that, it was hotter and drier than I’d expected, and I’d just seen my first billboard warning visitors about mountain lions. And yet, at some point, as I munched on a turkey-and-cheese sandwich and tried to remember whether I’d put on sunscreen that morning, I found myself thinking -
And so, it begins.
And so, it begins.
As of today, it's been two months and eleven days since I moved to the Bay Area from India, and two months and nine days since I completed my first hike - a 6-mile loop in Mt Diablo State Park. Before that day, I had very little idea of what a 'hike' entailed. If pressed, I’d describe it as a sort of cross between rock climbing and marathon running. Either that, or I’d conflate it with ‘trekking’ - the kind where lines of bundled-up people trudge through mountains with 100-pound backpacks and a snowstorm in their faces. While the Diablo loop wasn’t quite like that, it was hotter and drier than I’d expected, and I’d just seen my first billboard warning visitors about mountain lions. And yet, at some point, as I munched on a turkey-and-cheese sandwich and tried to remember whether I’d put on sunscreen that morning, I found myself thinking -