It was a wild moment. Not that I had encountered a wild bear or mountain lion during my hike, but wild in the sense that I was reminded of where I was - in the forest - a big, beautiful, quiet, old forest. The kind so quiet, you can hear the trees blow in the wind.
I had just gotten back from a brisk 3-hour hike through the forest and it was midday as we were arriving back to our campsite. We got so lucky with that site. The campgrounds had closed off half of all sites for social distancing but we were untouched. From about 100 yards away I peered across the seemingly vast naturescape of gravel, shrubs and shade, and saw the midday sunlight falling upon my tent. It was so peaceful, and in a way I hadn’t expected. I turned and looked at my compadres’ tents on the other side of the road and they too were peacefully sitting there, quietly, just waiting, in the middle of the forest.
Nora had just finished exploring the far side of the campgrounds and was on her way back to where I was. She seemed so serene. I guess that’s what the quiet of the forest does to you when you take the time to get away, and listen - to the trees, the sun, and I guess in this case the sunlight.
“Ready to go?” she asked me.
“Yup, let’s do it.” I said.
We were off to visit the lake just a few miles down the road.