“In an age of speed, I began to think, nothing could be more invigorating than going slow. In an age of distraction, nothing can feel more luxurious than paying attention.” ~Pico Iyer On a college orientation trip, at the age of eighteen, I hiked the 100-mile wilderness of the Appalachian Mountain Trail, and my trail name was “caboose.” Slow and steady from behind was where you’d find me.
That was my way. I was typically the last to camp, but I could go all night when necessary. That wasn’t my first experience being the slow one in a group.
When I was thirteen years old biking with a group in Nova Scotia, I was the last one to climb the hill to the campsite above the Bay of Fundy.
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