Anyway...today I went hiking at Wachusett Mountain in central Massachusetts. It was a beautiful drive, a beautiful hike, and an all around beautiful day. A herd of wild gobbling turkeys crossed my path (or, I think technically I crossed theirs). The trail was, in proper New England fashion, rocky and deciduous, which meant a lot of hiking and a little trail running.
Why is going hiking so much better than looking for a job?