Moving fast in the wilderness, you miss a lot. This became obvious to me during a 100-mile backpacking trip in the High Sierra many years ago. I took the occasional rest day, lying around for hours and napping in the shade of a meadow's edge. Everything came alive to me in my stillness. I saw the tiny wildflowers I hadn't noticed while pounding down the trail. I saw high-altitude butterflies and two does and three fauns also waiting out the midday heat, unaware that I was watching.
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