"FREE HUGS" IN HOT SPRINGS
My greatest fears are over, and the fierce Smoky Mountains are far behind. I am continuously acquiring new company as well as hiking techniques. And just as with any craft, only practice brings you close to perfection.
I feel guilty about my lack of correspondence home. As always, I am overwhelmed with pride and joy to receive letters and trinkets from everyone in the family, but ironically in the timeless wilderness I don’t have time to write everyone back separately. Upon reaching town I am always instantly bombarded with priorities. It seems like I collide with all the momentum society has gathered since the last time I left it. For instance, this morning I rushed into Hot Springs, arrived at Elmer’s Sunnybank Inn at 9am to secure the last vacancy. I scrambled to find the nearest place to do laundry, collect my packages, resupply food and visit the outfitter. I then spent four hours removing tree stumps from Elmer’s garden for my work-for-stay contract. I finally found time to write and call home after reassembling all my gear and eating, and it is now almost midnight.
I hope everything is peaceful in every area of your lives. Always be grateful for what is around you.
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