I'm walking briskly up Market Street to where Tara works. I have Old Crow in my backpack, and I'm daydreaming. I'm thinking about my naturally fast preferred walking pace, and how it would transfer well to a hike along the Appalachian Trail. I've been giving the trail a lot of thought. By that, I mean that I've been daydreaming about backpacking, but realizing that I have no hands-on experience with the activity. I walk briskly and think about this. All other persons on the sidewalk are a slow and sloppy encumbrance.