Re: [at-l] story if you care to read it

[tmcginnis@ucclan.state.in.us (Thomas McGinnis)]

     Thanks!


______________________________ Reply Separator _________________________________
Subject: [at-l] story if you care to read it 
Author:  "Paul Miller" <jeanpaul@iname.com> at ima
Date:    1/26/99 11:56 PM


"SCHOOL"
     
Again it starts...
     
The one thing that makes all doubts fade away in my mind as to why you hike 
and why you want to hike more and hike farther.  The long days of sitting 
around begin once again.  These days you sit in a un-comfortable chair pen 
in hand and blindly copy and write everything sent at you.  You sit until 
you feel like you need to scream.  The material you are forced to listen to 
is horrid and time slows to not much more than a crawl.  You can peek out 
the window at certain times and see a squirel playing happily in a tree. 
Your mind wanders and you begin to think back to when you were young.
     
You are climbing that same white pine you would always climb and each time a 
bit a higher.  The pine sap and crud in the tree does not bother you at all 
you just hope one day you will be on top of the tree holding on like a flag 
and peek out at the area above all the roofs.  You pass up and up from 
branch to branch until you reach that one point where your nerve has never 
let you climb higher.  You pause a bit just to make it dramatic and lundge 
further.  You dont go up to much high just enough so you can find another 
good spot to sit and you just hang out up there.  you would not want to 
defeat his tree in one day it would not be fair to the tree. sitting and 
looking over the low hills in the area. You are king.  You are above it all. 
You sit up there until....
     
UGH!! Yyou think as you remember you are supposed to be paying attention to 
this man who stand before you talking and talk and writing and writing about 
nothign interesting.  Now your pen runs 3 times normal speed to catch up 
with the notes.  You finally catch up and you can take a quick peek at the 
time.  You look up and it read 12:35pm.  Good you think just over one year 
to my thru-hike. You begin to write again and the time slows to a crawl as a 
bird that flys by the window catches your attention.
<end>
     
well i am not a good writer but it is a free story grin and BEAR it. 
The wanderlust is kicking in again.  I hate this feeling.  I feel so 
trapped.
     
BotleNeck
     
* From the Appalachian Trail Mailing List |  http://www.backcountry.net  *
* From the Appalachian Trail Mailing List |  http://www.backcountry.net  *

==============================================================================