everything and more

As I was coming down the final descent to the Nantahala River from Wesser Bald after three days on the AT my stomach was grumbling and I took a mental inventory of the food I had left and it settled on the pack of graham crackers that somehow had not yet gotten crushed during one of the many emptying and then refilling the pack sequenences of the weekend and a packet of peanut butter that had somehow been forgotten - it would make for the perfect final snack. Such important matters decided, I let my mind return to revery and flip back through the pages of the weekend, from the sunrise and sunset on Siler Bald to the pigs and dogs on Rocky Bald, the endless views and kaliadiscope of color. When we paused at the Jump Off to soak in one last view I pulled the still intact graham crackers and peanut butter from my pack and had my snack. It was everything I'd imagined it would be, and more.