Peeping is a silly term for looking at leaves. Watching is not really the right term either, I suppose. Not unless you have an extraordinary amount of time and patience. Otherwise you are stuck with an emasculating term for an activity which should have appeal across gender lines. I’ll restrain myself from telling the deer hunters that they are really just out there to do some leaf peeping.
The LEAFers are really just about some peeping, whether it is of musicians or leaves or each other. As much as I would like to act too cool for school, seeing the lineup for this festival does make me envious of those who are going. The thought of camping out with hundreds of other people in the cold and rain alleviates my jealousy dramatically. Given that the LEAF is what it is and that it is located on the grounds of Black Mountain College, I’ve long been temped to run through the festival early on a Saturday morning wearing nothing but a tambourine. Not enough core work has been done to justify this behavior, so I’ll think about that again next year.
In the meantime, I will take a long run past the event and up to the old Burnette place on North Fork. 20 miles on tap this weekend. This running problem is getting serious. I’ve been this far before, but I am reaching into that area where I start to feel a little bit weird about what I am doing. True, I am not attaching rubber bands to my face, but it is still kind of weird. In celebration of Altamont’s Zombie Day, not to mention my probable post-run condition, perhaps I should wear Zombie attire and try to freak out the peepers. No doubt they, just like the kids in the Valley 0f Love and Delight, would not even bat an eye.