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Walking, running or hiking the trails is a getaway for me.

For the last 10 years I’ve been lucky to have a “job” that requires I get up at 4:00am and go out on the planet.  It’s California so the weather doesn’t really change that much.

It’s a peaceful place when most everyone is asleep.    Then there’s daybreak.  Magic.  I’m telling you: pure magic.

It’s a gift, I appreciate it.

My “job” also requires I’m out running around on the planet at sunset everyday as well.

Another gift.

I personally prefer sunrise and I guess it is because of the noise (or lack of it) at that time.

I believe getting humans out onto the planet LOOKING AT IT, SMELLING IT, TOUCHING IT – enjoying every element of it – will bring Peace.

We need to leave behind the electronics and explore the planet.  For our health.

Most people out on the trails agree with me.  They are there to unplug and maybe find some peace (and quiet).

Which is why when I hear a runner bombing down a trail with a backpack blasting Justin Beiber I want to SCREAM.

It’s NOISE POLLUTION.  No matter what genre is being played.

That was at Wildwood Park.  Have you been there?  Another magical experience for me and the first time I’d been.  There are dry patches with cactus leading down to a creek flowing through with shade and lush green foliage.

Why are you out on the planet with your ears covered?

You  are missing out on a GIFT that you cannot find anywhere else.  The sound of our planet.

How in the WORLD would you think everyone would want to hear Justin Beiber BLABBER instead of chirping birds, rustling leaves, the wind under a bird’s wings, the sound of running water through rocks!?

Put your freaking headphones on.  Keep your music to yourself and let those of us trying to ESCAPE it have PEACE.

I’m glad you are out on the planet and I hope you are a good person.

Maybe you don’t realize your music is nice but taking away from others’ experiences?

We headed back up the trail with our dogs back to the car.  Time to go home (and get Morgan’s update).

Entering the trail were five young men.  One wearing a backpack blasting foul language rap music.  They were friendly kids and they were heading out onto the planet.

I guess I can’t have everything just fall into place.

I’ll keep wishing though!

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