Sometimes you hike to escape. You search for a path less traveled and delve deep into the wild in search of solitude, to cleanse your soul and renew your spirit. To remember how good and pure the world remains, just down the path, where our confusion has not yet convoluted it.
And sometimes you don’t have to search very far.
Sometimes it’s not where you are or where you are going that matters so much as who is walking beside you. Because people can cleanse our souls as well.
That cute little couple posing next to Mikey at the Pete Lake trailhead (pictured below) are some of the finest souls we know. I’ve known Shelb since we were five, practically lived at her house all through high school and went on most of her family’s vacations. Years have stretched out between us since then but there is something magical about a childhood friend. We know the truest versions of each other. The children we once were, before anything got confusing and we had to figure out how to find our way back to ourselves, and the things that matter most. It’s a gift to meet back up again here, at a place in our lives where we hold the same things dear, where our steps are more sure, and our hearts more pure. Where we are closer remnants of the girls we once were.
Mikey and I had the honor of taking Shelb on her maiden voyage into the wild and reuniting her charming Charlie with the woods he often traipsed upon as a younger fella. The snowmelt this year was late. And the temps were going to be off the charts for Washington, so we didn’t have a lot of paths to choose from. But we knew Pete was clear of snow and that it didn’t carry on too long or high or hard for a new kid on the block:) So, we packed up early on a Friday and headed into the timbers that would lead us there.