Dolly Sods Hiking

I taught a hiking class to the kids at 4H camp a couple of weeks ago. The first day we tried to determine how far we could hike in an hour. I measured off a tenth of a mile on a flat piece of pavement and had the kids walk for fifteen minutes. They were then to convert the time and mileage to discover their hourly rate. The problem was that they didn't all grasp the idea of hiking.
Some of the kids tried to beat everyone else. If the average adult walks 2.5 miles an hour, then those kids were going to walk 5 miles an hour. The problem is that you can't maintain that pace for a day's hike, nor should you want to hike that fast. I tried to explain to the kids that hiking is to enjoy the environment, whether it is an ocean or a forest, a mountain or a desert. You should hike to enjoy your surroundings and discover the beauty of nature.
I went hiking at Dolly Sods while in WV. Dolly Sods is a US Wilderness area that is part of the Monongahela National Forest. There are many trails for hiking, and people come from all over to enjoy the beauty. At least I thought they went there to enjoy the beauty.
My father and I took 7 kids there to spend an afternoon hiking several miles on one of the trails. We saw bear tracks, deer and coon tracks, and a fabulous, slimy, purple mushroom. We crossed a little stream, sat on a fallen log, and tramped through an ancient meadow. We climbed on an outcropping of rock, high above the rest of the world and looked out at the mountains before us. Several of us picked up fallen branches and used them for hiking up the steep slopes. We found huckleberry bushes that had most of their berries eaten by some wild animals, and we watched beautiful butterflies searching for their own food.
We also saw other people hiking; people loaded with heavy packs, swinging professional walking sticks in their hands, huffing and puffing, not looking anywhere but the next step ahead. We tried to talk to a few, but they had little to say. We managed to get out of one man that he was from northern Virginia near DC. He was from a land of concrete and steel, of rushing traffic and busy rat-race ways, and he continued his race there in the Sods.

I am sure the other hikers benefited from the exertion of the hike. Their heartbeat quickened with the strain of climbing mountainous terrain with packs on their backs; their breathing labored as they struggled to keep up a steady pace. Our little group of tramps also benefitted from the hike; our hearts racing with the excitement of climbing trees, rocks, and hills, and our breath coming in gasps as we looked at the beauty around us. Both of us strengthened our bodies that afternoon, but I wonder if the other hikers exercised their inner spirits as we did.