It doesn't matter that I'm 50; my mother still worries about me like I'm 5. She has not been a fan of this hiking idea since its inception. She is certain I'll be eaten by a bear. Moms never stop being moms!
I have done enough research to know there are plenty of hazards along the trail, but a bear mauling is not something I fear. The bears aren't interested in eating hikers. They would, however, like to have all of our food (hikers and bears share a of love of snickers bars). This is why we must hang our food in a bag way out on a tree branch.
Now, I've tried to assure my mom that I'll be safer on the trail than I'd be if I stayed here in the city, adding that we've already had our 33rd homicide of the year. Well, she's never been crazy about me living in the city either. Probably shouldn't have shared that stat with her. Now she's sure I'll be murdered in the city, and she thinks I should just move back to Kentucky.
I feel pretty safe in my neighborhood, just like I'll feel pretty safe on the trail, as long as a few precautionary measures are taken. But it made me think about this song, a personal favorite, which is now firmly embedded in my brain...
"...always remember, there is nothing worth sharing, like the love that let us share our name."
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