Sometimes when I’m sitting in my cabin, my mind turns to having a pet: a dog or a cat. I forget how much work and money a pet takes. I forget that a pet will tie me down. That I can forget about hiking or travel. And sometimes, when I’m snug in my cabin, I think why do I need to go anywhere? I could just stay here, build my cob house, plant a garden and have a pet. Sounds nice. But I know the need to roam will rear up in me after awhile and I will be antsy for adventure.
When a nomad stops moving.
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I’ve had dogs for a real long time. Clyde, my first Doberman, ran into a car in Nov. 2005. I liked him so much, I got two more. Twards the end of summer last year I found out about long-distance hiking and the trails available. I never knew about the PCT, the AT, or the CDT. Both dogs are young and very strong, but not strong enough for six months of trail. “I forget that a pet will tie me down. That I can forget about hiking or travel.” ‘Nuff said.