A teeny-tiny post about soloing.
I woke up without an alarm and with butterflies in my stomach. I had a mountain to hike and two convicted killers on the loose within a thirty mile radius of me. Dense, unnavigable Adirondack forest couldn’t soothe my nerves. No, it was the trailhead jammed with cars that put my mind at ease and allowed me to take my first step on Ampersand’s trail.
As I moved through its thick, old growth forest my brain picked a new worry to mull over: BUGS. In order to achieve a little nature time before meeting friends for a girls’ spa weekend in Saratoga Springs, I was hiking through the tail-end of black fly season and prime mosquito season.
Herein lies my challenge: calming my overactive imagination while out on a solo trek, no matter day trip or longer.
Up for discussion: All you solo trippers out there, what are your tricks for quieting a loud mind?