>>2845708I've told this story before to /out/ before.
but when I used to read the Hobbit/LOTR books almost yearly, and I did a lot of hiking, on week-long backpacking trips into deeply forested mountains, I would pretend I was Aragorn, on some long mission traveling deftly through the vast expanse of wild-lands. outpacing bands of orc and goblin alike with my steadfast pace.
My abilities in maneuvering through the landscape, were reinforced by my skills in woodcraft and scouting.
Sometimes I'd pretend I was of the Elven race, and ,my movements were light and nearly silent as I traveled smoothly, quickly and tirelessly across the land and through the deep woodland forests.
the trees were my allies, the rivers and streams were my lifeblood, the wind through the trees, the fresh woodspice and flower scented air was my breath of life, the great mountains were my fortress, the high ridges and peaks were my watchtowers, the sun, moon and stars were my guiding beacons.
nothing better than a meal up in the backcountry, with a fresh coffee or tea and a few chapters of a good book before pressing on
