It's a very pleasant idea.
I'd like to have everyone grab their backpack and meet me for a 300 mile trek from Massachusetts to Canada, along the mountains of Vermont that I'm always going-on about.
You'd hike over soft carpets of pine needles, and later notice the Red Spruce forests here eternally smell like Christmas. We'd come upon Moose and be escorted by Ravens. We'd sleep in cabins beside lakes-in-the-clouds and fall asleep under the stars while discussing life. You'd instantly fall in love with the electronic flute-like call of a Hermit Thrush in the evenings. Later at night you'd be wakened by a Bard Owl; whose erie cry is half that of a human baby and half Tom-Cat. We'd see White-Tailed Deer in the early morning, and feel the morning mist in our hair. We'd all become life-long friends with our memories of gorging on Maple syrup pancake breakfasts and swimming together in clear, cold, lakes deep in the forest, and 16 mile days...
Well, that's my pipe-dream for us. Where would you take all of us?
Michael
