If you're an introvert like me, you know how daunting the prospect of meeting new people can be. Excruciating, even. I liken it to writing the first thousand words every day: hate the process, love the result.
I get that I can't expect to make new friends without the first awkward (for me, anyway; other people make it look easy) interactions. I've been wanting to make some new hiking friends, so the other day I gathered up my courage and set out to meet up with a Bay Area hiking group doing an informal 4-miler down in Sunol.
But I guess it wasn't meant to be. I was running a little late, and there was a pileup on the freeway, and - oops - i was out of gas. Half an hour after I was supposed to meet at the trailhead, I was finally coasting off the exit ramp praying that the last few teaspoons of fuel would get me to the Arco.
Well, I know when I'm beat. I turned around and did my standard Las Trampas hike instead. An easy hour round trip, and Dog didn't seem to mind - no ticks this time, either!
And that night I patched myself up with the introvert's cure - OLD friends! :) The ones who have to love you because you've been down a long road together. (I have to remind myself that there was once a day when I didn't know Steve and Juliet either....almost unimaginable!)
If anyone can identify this place (hint: Oakland) I'll send you any book I've written. :)