Praising What it is

Years ago, back in teenage days, my uncle who was lifting weights at that time, often asked me jokingly :

why are you so interested in mountaineering? You try so hard to climb up, but after that you return to your first place without any special results. What is the point and purpose of all these hard hikes on dirt, stones... far from amenities and facilities, kilometers in the harsh weather and scorching sun, without your family knowing about your situation and whereabouts?

When I was feeling myself in a critical situation in front of the crowd to answer this important question, I often reacted:

Why to yourself. Why do you lift such a heavy weight and put it right where it was before? Or you run for miles on a treadmill and get nowhere.

I will develop my body and make it stronger, more beautiful and healthy if now I can lift you with one hand just like when you were a child, he answered. Go to the gym like everyone else so you won't be so skinny. Make friends, hang out together in streets, eat, go to the movies. What are you sad about and make you want to be recluse and disconnected!?

It was where that I became completely sure that my answers would not be fitted in the form of such conversations and I just said:

I am not sad and isolated at all, just the opposite, I am very happy and connected.

Decades later, I am living with my love outside the cities and close to the places we love the most.
Now I definitely have more complete answers to such questions, but I am still not interested in participating the discussions between urban (systemic) people with their values.

The only real, praiseworthy, worship-able, worthy of begging and efforts is the earth and all its natural creatures on it and of course our sun and galaxy. and All the magics, miracles and spiritualities comes from these existentials. The rest are all, kind of fake in comparison.

Therefore, good weather days should be appreciated. This is What we did last Saturday and Savadkooh forests were our host.
Last Saturday was the start of school here. A day that has always been a mountain day for me 😉
Around noon, after 10 minutes of hastily packing our backpacks, grabbing Milo and 20 minutes of driving, we reached the foot of the trail and started hiking.

Our selected route that went uphill through various lovely trees soon reached its highest point, which is actually verdurous beautiful plains.

The increase in heart rate and blood flow in our body in harmony with the pulse of the surrounding nature along with the coolness and lightness of the air soon refreshed us big time. We felt ourselves in a more real and tangible world.

We realized how much the first rain of the season after the summer heat and drought made everything happy and fresh. No one has the right to be unhappy after this

After passing plains, the route flows towards the Zaal waterfall valley. Another sub-branches of Babolrood river, which I've explained a few about it before. To enter this side of the forest, we passed through a door that was probably built for cows.

The partly cloudy weather was very pleasant. The energy of the place was shockingly high and I was sure @sabajfa 's feeling it even more than me.

I forgot to tell you that this route is the "Zaal waterfall from the village of Seyed-kola". And this is Mazandaran, Iran
_{[//]:# (!pinmapple 36.30391 lat 52.79316 long Zaal Waterfall valley d3scr)}

I wish I could show you the sounds and melodies of the environment. which is possible by watching my 3Short on 3speak.tv

_{Watch the short video I put at the bottom of this post.}

After passing by some old native huts, the slope towards the river became a little steeper, and Milo was dying to get off her collar and run towards the river, where the woods seems denser with their mysterious penumbra.

The river was not much turbulent. it was almost at its lowest level. Nevertheless, we washed our hands and faces in its crystal clear water.

A great day actually in a sense the first training session again for longer hikes at higher altitudes.. Hoooh. Even describing it made my hair stand on end ..

By the way, talking about the treadmill at the beginning, now reminded me of something ...

My treadmill ...

Thanks for reading
Till Soon