Working hard to rest.

"In the woods, we return to reason and faith. There I feel that nothing can befall me in life, — no disgrace, no calamity, (leaving me my eyes,) which nature cannot repair. Standing on the bare ground, — my head bathed by the blithe air, and uplifted into infinite space, — all mean egotism vanishes." 

Over the weekend my best friend Matt and I stared the day with breakfast and hit the road to find dirt, trees and solitude.  Where we ended was five miles up a mountain trail crosssing rivers in February with sunshine streaming through the trees while our river soaked feet crunched through tightly packed snow.  With every step the sound of rushing water grew louder and the world of man made things grew more quiet.