Waited with much anticipation for my summer backpack trip. It came and went. Now there is nothing to look forward to. I'm feeling quite full of ennui. After the thru-hike ends, there are only these brief moments of reliving the life, and they are so very brief. Fleeting. The photos on my office wall don't make up for it. It's summer, which means it's too dang hot to backpack locally so I have to drive, but anywhere worth driving to is just too far away for a 3 day holiday weekend. Meanwhile it's been 5 years since I long-distance hiked. 5 years! Where did the years go? Why doesn't a 4-day trip satisfy? Even bug bites can't make me hate it when I'm out there. Complain complain complain. I can't seem to snap out of it.