I extend my apologies to those who are following this blog for the lapse in time since my last post. This is one of those times of the year where I simply do not have the time, or the energy, to sit down and compose my thoughts like I should. The leaves are doing their miraculous change from green to wonderfully vibrant shades of red, orange, and yellow. I live in an area where I get to enjoy this transformation every year but others are not so fortunate, so they wish to travel here to view this majestic scenery for themselves.
This is where I come in, or perhaps I should say where the delay comes in. My primary business is shuttling hikers to and from the Appalachian Trail, and other trails in/near the Great Smoky Mountains National Park, however this time of year I also get calls from people who want to book tours of the area to see the color changes for themselves. I always enjoy performing the shuttles and tours, probably because I have always been a person who much prefers the outdoors to indoors. In college, weather permitting, I studied at one of the local parks rather than going home, rewarding myself at the end of each day’s study session by reading portions of “Walden” by Thoreau, later my choice of careers was weighed by which occupation would keep me outside the most. Anyway, as much as I enjoy these outings they leave little time for anything else. It’s not uncommon for me to be headed out the door at 5:00 am and not see that door again until after 10:00 pm. Not complaining, mind you. I’ve wondered many times if I’d rather be doing something else but I can never think of any other occupation I would enjoy more. Yes, there are times I wish I could just lay out on some warm beach down in Florida or somewhere along the Gulf coast and do nothing but soak up the sun, but I know me. It wouldn’t be long before I would be missing the beautiful mountain scenery, and the conversations with my passengers that come from all over the globe. Now, once winter is solidly here, and the shuttles all but cease, I’ll be dreaming of the beach and probably take a trip or two there, but this year it will be different. I’ll have a companion… my bike! 😉 It’s been years since I’ve combined beach combing with cycling. Perhaps I can do so again, for a while, before too long.