Appalachia Is OLD. She Is Gentle. But She Does NOT Love You. She Does Not Even Like You. She Is Tolerating

Appalachia is OLD. She is gentle. But she does NOT love you. She does not even like you. She is tolerating your presence and politely but firmly asking you to not stick your nose into her business.

hiking trails on the west coast: Begin climbing on a soft earthen trail through beautiful douglas fir-western hemlock forest for 2.5 miles along a series of switchbacks, then break from the tree cover for 1 mile of straight even trail through a stunning wildflower meadow just below the ridgeline, after which the trail makes a sharp right and continues to the summit with a further 2 miles of switchbacks. Enjoy beautiful views of the nearest dormant stratovolcano and also at least two waterfalls and a crystal-clear alpine lake along the way. Round trip: 11 miles, 3,000ft elevation gain. Difficulty: moderate :)

hiking trails on the east coast: Go 1.5 miles up. Yes, straight up. Switchbacks? What are you, a baby? Are you a little child? Fuck you. Go up. [Seasonal note: first half of trail is a running stream during mud season and a multipitch ice climbing route during winter.] Round trip: 3 miles, 1,200ft elevation gain. Difficulty: jesus christ

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Having your main anxiety response be Avoidance is crazy cause you'll think you're chillin and then one day you're like waitttt I've been paralyzed with fear this whole time. Damn

me whenever anybody says that they like me/that i’m their friend

i love how gentle mars is. warm colors with only subtle contrasts, bright daylight but not as intense and harsh as on earth. a landscape mostly smoothed by the eons, but with just enough sharpening from impacts and volcanoes and wind to create places of interest that draw the eye - and the mind's curiosity

and that's not to mention the things that pictures can't show. the way the thin atmosphere muffles sound like burying your head in pillows and blankets, and makes even the fastest winds too weak to disturb anything but sand and dust. dust devils spinning hypnotically. noctilucent clouds drifting in the twilight, briefly coming alive with iridescence before fading into the night. snow falling not as blizzards, but as light dustings on the winter poles. and perhaps every so often, the quiet rumble of a marsquake reverberating through a rover's wheels

and over more-than-human timescales, volcanoes erupt - but only a few times in an epoch. the poles tilt and the climate shifts. glaciers might come alive for a bit, and maybe trickles of water flow where the pressure allows for it. wind carves the faces of rocks, deposits of dust slowly lithify, the occasional impact forms a crater

mars was once thought to be a dead planet, but it's very much alive, just beautifully quiet and subtle

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