Adventure Versus Recovery
Pete and I ain’t spring chickens anymore, and we acknowledge that fact with increasing frequency. Having just finished a formidable expedition of kayaking and camping, and then snorkeling and ice climbing, we arrived in Scotland with shoulders knotted and backs aching. Our plan was to spend a large chunk of our first few days in full recovery – snuggled deep under blankets with our feet elevated.
But then, at our first stop, this was right outside our front door.
Our bodies were so incredibly tired and worn down, but our adventurous spirit was invigorated at the sight. Our boots got to walking.
As the path wound gently up and down the coastline, we stopped for views of waves tumbling ashore, fishermen transferring their catch from boat to dock, and artistic displays set up solely to please patrons of the route.
Our introduction to the path was a brief one – our fatigued feet eventually won the battle and commanded their rest – but conquering the entire length of the route is a challenge we are definitely considering. Given my recent declaration of (partial) disdain for mountain hiking, this moderate coastal path with such a lovely variety of views may be more my scene.
Not just yet, but someday. This old body still demands some reprieve.