As we unzipped our tents we were greeted by the chilly morning air that hung with a crisp scent of pine, a fragrance that never seems to loose its appeal. Beneath the dense canopy we readied our gear for the day. Foot by foot, mile by mile, we made our way north through the flat farmlands; a sea of grasses who's boundaries were only limited by our imagination. Along our route sat quaint towns filled with good food and friendly people, however, I was always most excited when the urban streets gave way and led us into the farmlands. Distant mountains that seemed to simply arise from the horizon surrounded us in all directions, but as we rode through the countryside the road remained flat as can be.
It was an odd feeling; always longing for roads that never seemed to end, and scenery as constant as one can imagine, but it was how I and many others felt. The extreme simplicity was what I think made it most appealing, and I absolutely think there is a lessen to be learned here.
As humans, we all united, no matter your race nor religion, gender nor age, in the relentless search for happiness. In today's world, where hate and anger are no novelties, the trick is knowing were to look. For myself and several of my teammates, the simplistic roads were some of the most enjoyable and meaningful. The easygoing houses encompassed by miles of fields is a memory
I will remember forever. When this trip comes to an end, I can only hope that I can continue to find honest happiness in places I would've never thought to look before.
Blog post written by Trekker Peter!
