Sorry I’ve taken so long to post everyone. It’s been a crazy, busy couple of weeks (and will continue to be so until we start school in September). But anyways, finally, my post:
One of my favorite hobbies is backpacking. I really don’t know why. Because, honestly, what you do on a backpacking trip is walk–up and down mountains–carrying packs on your back until every last muscle in you aches. And then you keep going because that’s only around 3 o’clock in the afternoon and you have till 8:30 before the sun goes down. Well, at least, in that part of Virginia. The bottom of your feet hurt, so much that you know exactly where every bone is down there and exactly when each one touches the ground. Every fiber in your flatland-trained muscle groan as they push you up yet another hill, and another, and higher and higher all for one thing.
To see this.
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