Since I wrote about my addiction on this page a few weeks ago — a daily hike in the national forest, generally starting before sunrise — a number of kindly people have said, “Aren’t you bored, doing the same thing every morning?”
Honestly, no.
It’s true that I was quite shocked last summer to realize that, although I have hiked most of the obvious trails in this area at one time or another, I must have taken the nearest one, which starts at the Angeles Crest fire station, several hundred times. I’m in a rut after all, I thought.
It’s different every day, however: total silence one day, the urgent cries of birds the next, the moon lighting the first part of the hike one morning, swirling mist another.