They lit up, bright blue against the green and rocky landscape. They looked like they were hundreds of miles away to my 10-year-old eyes looking down the rocky valley to these mysterious little blue dots. I would later find out that they were called the Chicago Lakes. And I would later find out that hiking is a beautiful release from everyday life, and over Memorial Day Weekend of 2018, I took the opportunity to make the quick in and out hike to see them.
I started early, leaving my house at 4:00 AM to rain and some good driving tunes, and I started on the trail shortly after 5. I like to get out early. It's quiet. There are fewer people, and the opportunity to see the run rise and the first light kiss the tips of the mountains is something many rarely witness and appreciate, but this has become my goal. When I'm out in nature, I don't want to be around everybody, their families and their dogs, I just want to be.
I want to be in the silence.
I want to feel alone.
I want to feel like I'm the only one on top of the world.
I want to be in the moment with my thoughts.