Growing up I simply assumed it was just home to a local softball league. Never learning differently until I started looking for places to hike.
Marking Lynchburg on the map was a no brainer. I honestly don't think there was a seconds deliberation about it in my mind.
But there was always that small tickle at the back of my imagination. Arguing that anything is possible.
Somethings are worth searching for. And sometimes it is the search itself that makes the looking worth the effort.
A drawback... or perhaps benefit. Is that there isn't a whole lot of room for souvenirs in a skoolie. So when you pick something its got to be special.
Why did fate toss these similarly themed locals in our path? Who knows. But our inner 10 year olds found them hilarious.
It isn’t a physical ailment. It isn't measurable on a PFT or visible on a CT scan. It’s a feeling of disconnect that comes with the dwindling number of things they can participate in.
Every breath I have now is a gift. And gifts should be enjoyed. Not enjoying myself... because of things outside of my control. Isn't part of my mindset anymore.
Quite a bit of trail has been added... Aaaaaaand Marin was determined to venture down them all