The
photos accompanying this post are of places and campsites that held particular
appeal due to their solitude or the feeling of quiet contentment they
evoked. Enjoy!
In previous posts, I’ve mentioned the fact that I consider myself
a “social hermit.” While I won’t necessarily
claim credit for coining the term, I have to admit that it’s not a phrase I’ve
heard uttered by anyone other than myself or my husband, Alan. (I’m pretty sure he’d be classified as a
social hermit, too, but I’ll leave it to him to conduct his own psychological
evaluation.) Since I’m aware that those
two words – social hermit – can conjure up an image in people’s minds of a guy
of indeterminate age with a long, shaggy beard who lives by himself in a shack
in the woods, bathes in a creek and has no contact with the outside world, I
thought it might be a good idea to share with you my personal definition of
social hermit in order to dispel that myth.
Because, really, I don’t look or live anything like that. And, although we may not be consciously aware
of it, an individual’s personality can have a major impact on his or her travel
style, as well as the activities he or she enjoys.
