Between a Book and a Soft Place

Yesterday, trapped in the alternating confines of my bed and couch, I finished Between a Rock and a Hard Place, the book by hiker/climber Aron Ralston about the harrowing six days he spent wedged by a boulder in a Utah canyon in 2003. To escape, the severely dehydrated and sleep-deprived Ralston broke the bones in his forearm and cut through the flesh. Oh, and then he rappelled down a rocky cliff and hiked about seven miles to safety.

Much like when I read Into the Wild several years ago, I was struck not just by the physical circumstances (my mouth felt dry when Ralston described his parched tongue) but by the isolation, the vast wildness of being outside.

It was all Yellow

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In the beginning there were colors. That's what Charlotte Hatherley says, and she must've taken a recent trip to Potomac Overlook Regional Park.

The trees are brilliant--I feel like the reflection from the yellow canopy makes everything glow.

There was a trail race there over the weekend that I was thinking of doing, but I decided to continue to enjoy the solitude of the trails instead. I rarely see people other than an occasional dog walker.