Happiness and contentment in life come from the merging of Opportunity and Talent. My Dad had Talent but no Opportunity so could not find a way to learn to play the Violin. I had Opportunity but no Talent -- I lack the physical ability to complete a Thru Hike of the Appalachian Trail. I failed to learn this lesson even after numerous section hikes, but in the Spring of 2013, after 41.6 miles hiking in MD and PA, I learned the lesson that Dad had in mind when he told me to "hike the Trail." This Blog is now about the Merging of Opportunity and Talent more than it is about hiking the Appalachian Trail, but I still plan to include snippets of the Trail in the Blog. It's about Chasing the Trail of Life. I hope you enjoy my posts.

COMPUTER TRESPASS---RCW 9A.52.110---Computer trespass in the first degree.

(1) A person is guilty of computer trespass in the first degree if the person, without authorization, intentionally gains access to a computer system or electronic database of another; and (a) The access is made with the intent to commit another crime; or (b) The violation involves a computer or database maintained by a government agency.

(2) Computer trespass in the first degree is a class C felony.

This Blog is Dedicated to my Dad. Although he never accomplished his dream of learning to play the Violin, he did construct and play a Dulcimer at an Elderhostel.

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

A Four Hour Pack On Pre-Hike Hike

I hiked for four hours today.

I dropped off some recycling, then went to Stones River Battlefield Park. I shouldered my 21 pound pack and hiked for three hours before taking a lunch break of forty-five minutes and then put my pack back on and hiked for another hour.

I was blessed to run into two visitors to our fair State, Mike and Teresa and their two Yorkies, Bear aka Barely There, and Maggie. They have a nine page bucket list. They take their RV around the Country visiting all the places on that list. One of the things they'd like to do is hike the Appalachian Trail. Mike called me his 'hero.'

Later I met a man whose son had hiked on the Appalachian Trail for two weeks in the Boy Scouts. He called me his 'heroine.'

I'm just a Senior Citizen living a dream, Chasing the Trail. But thanks for the complements.

I came home, soaked for 20 minutes in Epsom Salts and found a TICK on my leg.

Tomorrow, if it's not raining, I'm spraying Permethrin on my hiking clothes and shoes.

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