Exercise thy lasting youth defends.
I may climb perhaps to no great heights, but I will climb alone.
I have never done a thriller, and it will just be really fun for me to heave and pant and run and climb and break windows and scream every once in a while
My hobbies are mountain biking, horseback riding and packing, canoeing and kayaking, hiking, camping, cooking, and skiing.
Shokaku is a crane of some kind. ' 'For lifting things?' Will asked. 'For flying. A crane is a large bird,' she corrected him. . . 'Seems like a logical thing for a crane to do,' Halt mused. 'I suppose you wouldn't expect it to mean 'a hiking crane' or 'a waddling crane.
Our wretched species is so made that those who walk on the well-trodden path always throw stones at those who are showing a new road.
Today is one of those excellent January partly cloudies in which light chooses an unexpected part of the landscape to trick out in gilt, and then the shadow sweeps it away. You know you're alive. You take huge steps, trying to feel the planet's roundness arc between your feet.
I know the guru route, I know you go sit on a mountain. But screw India. I ain't going there.
At first I threw my weight upon my heels, as one does naturally in a boot, and was a good deal bruised, but after a few hours I learned the natural walk of man, and could follow my guide in any portion of the island.
It's only a hitch when you're in a slump. When you're hitting the ball its called rhythm.
Nature is always hinting at us. It hints over and over again. And suddenly we take the hint.
There's a world out there, and you've got to look at both sides of the mountain in your lifetime.
Were we, also, hiking along some cosmic journal page? Were the events about us all part of a message we could understand, if only we found the right perspective from which to read them? Somehow, with our long series of miracles, I thought so.
I represent what is left of a vanishing race, and that is the pedestrian. That I am still able to be here, I owe to a keen eye and a nimble pair of legs. But I know they'll get me someday.
Simplicity in all things is the secret of the wilderness and one of its most valuable lessons. It is what we leave behind that is important. I think the matter of simplicity goes further than just food, equipment, and unnecessary gadgets; it goes into the matter of thoughts and objectives as well. When in the wilds, we must not carry our problems with us or the joy is lost.
Walking I am unbound, and find that precious unity of life and imagination, that silent outgoing self, which is so easy to loose, but which a high moments seems to start up again from the deepest rhythms of my own body. How often have I had this longing for an infinite walk - of going unimpeded, until the movement of my body as I walk fell into the flight of streets under my feet - until I in my body and the world in its skin of earth were blended into a single act of knowing.
It is a short walk from the hallelujah to the hoot.
Life is already too short to waste on speed.
It was a pleasure and a privilege to walk with him [H. D. Thoreau]. He knew the country like a fox or a bird, and passed through it as freely by paths of his own.
Every day I walk myself into a state of well-being and walk away from every illness; I have walked myself into my best thoughts.