La Chua Trail is only five miles from my house. It's open most days, all day. Each visit the place is stunning, always in a different way. Today's trek was midsummer lush and lotus. And purple spears of pickerel weed. Immature night herons. Fluff-necked adolescent gallinules.
It took a couple of miles before the twisted-up, has-anyone-responded-to-my-queries-yet, I-could-check-my-email-on-the-phone-right-here anxiety unraveled. But it did. I felt it. Right in that place behind my stomach and in front of my spine. Whew.