Wow. I really am 40, and I feel every bit of it.
What would it be like to jump off this cliff, swing on this rope swing, and fall 25 feet into that river?
How wonderful it is, and how much easier than I thought it would be, to let go and let God...
What if I decided that I wanted to swim under a rushing waterfall, just to see what's under there?
I wonder if God is trying to send me a sign with this--my second flat bicycle tire in a little over a mile?
These and many other wonderful and bizarre thoughts popped into my head over the past three days as we hiked 17 miles, canoed 8 miles, and biked 10 miles (well, almost biked-that story to come later) down this bit of the 7 state long Chesapeake Watershed. We ended today with a beautiful but rain-shortened sail on the Bay.
I am as tired as I can ever remember; I just took one of the longest showers of my life to wipe away least the first few layers of the grime I accumulated (a little less grime having had some of it washed away by a rushing waterfall and that 25 foot plunge into the river!); but I am so happy to have participated in this beautiful, extremely challenging journey. We went from dipping our water bottles into the river to refill them (so clean was the river upstream) to not being able to even swim in the bay the river empties into (so polluted is the bay). We visited two amazing organic farms, each started by buddies of Jakir. There are so many stories to tell, but right now, I must to bed. No rest for the weary-- 5 more hours of harvesting tomorrow beginning at 8 a.m... Shabbat is coming...
More tomorrow. For now, here are some pictures from the pilgrimage:
An amazing berry bush we couldn't quite reach, so Dan stood on Yakir's back and pulled the branch down so we could feast!
Morning haze over the campsite
Our sailing ship on the Chesapeake Bay--we made it!
Raising the sail
My poor but happy feet!
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