I went for a hike up a mountain today. Ended up being another friend's exasperated, "Can't you just go up a mountain or something?" that caused me to think, yeah, I need to go up. Last weekend's camping trip was incredibly wonderful, learned a lot, but the hike wasn't up. For some reason, the up is what I find calming these days. Maybe I'm limited in the speed I can go, maybe the effort induces a meditative state, maybe going up alone instead of with Zeb and Brittany and Mike meant I could be alone with my thoughts. Maybe.
I got lost, and met John Malkovich.