March 13, 2005
Taking a Hike
I forget that the Chattahoochee River really does run through Atlanta. We have parks and lots of trees everywhere, but Atlanta seems less like a city than a vast network of suburban sprawl.
We drove up to Norcross, which isn't very far, although definitely OTP (Outside the Perimeter, or Highway 285), which roughly defines the city limits. On the radio, the news broke that the guy who killed three people at the Fulton County courthouse yesterday had been caught at an apartment complex on Satellite Boulevard. There's possibly a fourth homicide, a U.S. Customs agent, which would bring in the feds. I think the local law & order community is going to be in perfect alignment in handling this guy.
We met up with some folks, Marco, Wayne and Adam. Marco's lumbering, lovey, loping hound came along as well. The forecast promised 70-degree weather, although it was still a mite chilly. Fortunately Marco lent me his spare shirt. We were pleasantly hot soon enough in the bright midday sun.
There was a trail, not much greenery to speak of, it still being technically winter and all. We were communing with nature, spotted hawks, deer (a buck and his harem of does) and herons. And what did we talk about? The new Tori Amos album (not too good alas), the merits or lack thereof(!) of Kate Bush, Desperate Housewives, Dead Like Me, and what kind of iPod I should get. My friend Adam is an Apple-man - to the core (heehee). So he was eager to convert me and we spoke with great animation and obsessive detail, probably much to the chagrin and amusement of everyone else, especially Scott, who's been a captive audience for my obsession in the last few days.
Adam's also one of those people who fills me in on the newest music I should check out. For better or worse, I must be doing a better job, because I'd actually heard of a few of the bands he mentioned, like The Fiery Furnaces and Iron & Wine. Must remember Spoon, though.
I would've totally pestered Mike about all this stuff. I've found myself wanting to call and say "Hey, what do you think about..." before realizing that I can't. *sigh*
About halfway through, we sat down in some shade with our snacks and bottled water. All of us were well-provisioned, maybe a little more than necessary. It wasn't like we were going to be stranded in the wilderness. But we likes our wasabi peas and oranges and sandwiches and trail mix and peanuts and beef jerky, my precioussss....
It was a great way to spend the day, a good reminder of how much I like being out and about with friends. Must do more of that.