Jonathan at the helm here - Oct was time for my annual walk-about (Kristy refused to let me do it in spring and leave her alone for two days while 8 months pregnant). I find it very effective recreation for me to walk off alone along the Appalachian Trail for two days to rejuvenate.
I am all geared up and ready to go. Notice the two, fresh, homemade, baguettes strapped to my pack. Nothing like walking with a torn of hunk of bread in one hand and and a slice a sharp cheddar in the other.
The trail was a great walk. Lots of diversity. Forest, Plains, River, Mountains. etc...
This was a cool slit in the rock the trail went through.
Along the way there was so much of the beauty of nature, only some of which - like this fungus - that I could capture on film.
I could have done with less up and down - tiring for an out of shape cubical inhabiter like myself - but the views did make it worthwhile. The worst part was climbing a mountain, getting to the top, and finding that there was no break in the trees to actually see the surrounding land. 
I had to take my shoes and socks off, rolling up my pants and wading through the ice cold water here. 
The walking was incredibly restive. It really gave me a chance to think about the ground I'd covered, where I was and where I was going, on the trail I was physically walking, and about life in general. 
And it was pretty tiring too. I don't have an actual campsite picture -I got in after dark was settling in and I had to scramble to make dinner while I could still see - but it looked pretty much like this, only I had a tarp under me and I was in a mummy bag. (it got into the high 30's at night). All under the stars.
The next day was more of the same; ups and downs and beautiful vistas and trails.
This is me being tired on a forresty part of the trail.
This is me being tired on a beautiful rocky part of the trail.
This is me resting at the top of climb.
Well you get the picture. It was a great walk about. I'm looking forward to next years. (maybe I'll get into better shape first).
