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A few weekends ago, I went on a masked neighborhood trail hike with a good friend who grew up in the area. I actually met him (and his adorable now 12 year-old dog) in Houston six years ago, and by coincidence now live within a few miles of each other again. They showed us some little-known local trails and this high energy pupper smiled the entire time
I don’t really have what anyone would call an “outdoorsy” inclination. I’m very much a housecat homebody prone to losing steam on the first mile of a hike. But on many Washington forest walks, there’s a point at which I feel as though I have passed from one room to another, and suddenly the air takes on a different, cooler, lighter character, and the tree coverage gets denser. Those are the moments I haul myself off the living room couch for.
