My morning started out a little rough. I was alone and hiking on a dirt road. It was hot and I missed my friends.
But soon my attitude was changed.
Still cold and oh so refreshing.
How does the trail know when I am most in need of a random act of kindness?
I started to enjoy my morning hike and began to recognize the cool breeze that was taking the edge off the heat.
I walked along the aqueduct and noticed a worker riding on the side of a suburban and stepping off every few feet to check on something. As he passed, he handed me bottle of water and continued his work without even pausing to be thanked.
I walked amongst a thousand wind turbines, blades slowly turning in the sky.
I met a couple of older thru hikers today. OMW (Old Man Walking) is 70 and CK is a tender 67. CK is originally from Seoul, Korea and joked about how his body does not want to move as fast as it used to so he gets up earlier to compensate. I asked him what time he got up this morning and he said "2 am."
I have so much to be thankful for out here. I have good health, good company, and a great support network of friends and family. I am a blessed man.
I camped atop a hill overlooking the windmills, thinking of the ones back home in Iowa that I would encounter on my drives up to Okoboji.
Oh Okoboji, I will miss seeing you this year but I take comfort in knowing that half of my family is enjoying your company this week.