I hearken to the crickets, maybe one of the vital calming sounds after an extended winter. The little canyon the place I sit is quiet, no less than for now the wind has subsided, and excessive clouds dampen the setting solar. Birds sing amongst the bushes and a few swallows swoop by the sky.

The farther into the canyon I’ve come, the extra indicators of spring seem. Small tufts of inexperienced grass, a few tiny flowers right here and there, and most notably, the heat. The winter has been so busy between work and climate, that it’s been months since I’ve traveled farther than an hour and that was simply to get groceries.

The creek provides a relaxing background sound. I let my head lay again on the rock I’m sitting towards. Excessive clouds drift slowly over a half-full moon. Often my thoughts drifts again house to worries, however I let my ideas dissipate into the drifting clouds.

I collect some wooden, trying to find some juniper logs amongst the sparse timber. There’s loads of cottonwood, however juniper smells far more nice — like incense in comparison with the pungent cottonwood. I lastly get a small log to catch and prop my pot towards the flames to prepare dinner my dinner.

Yesterday I used to be up within the mountains, snowboarding and considering tenting up there. However the lure of the nice and cozy temperatures within the canyons under drew me again down. Typically I’m motivated to push by issues and be uncomfortable and might typically thrive in these conditions. However quite a lot of instances I flip round, particularly after I notice I don’t have the motivation or vitality to be, say, battered by the wind and freezing chilly in a tent for just a few nights after I can fairly actually hike the wrong way and sit in a heat, quiet canyon with the crickets.

As I write this although, I abruptly notice how I’m not speaking about working once more. I ran right into a tree the opposite day snowboarding and bumped my dangerous knee. I’ve a health care provider’s appointment in a pair days, so I’m nonetheless including to the carnage caravan of accidents. The fact is, I’m getting older. It’s been so lengthy since I’ve moved with out harm, and I’m beginning to surprise if that’ll ever occur. I don’t suppose I’ll ever cease working — it feels as ingrained in me because the strains on the palm of my hand — however now I don’t do it day-after-day and rotate by no matter sport feels finest every day. I’m making an attempt to take life in stride, as they are saying.

As I write this, nevertheless, my thoughts drifts to working trails with a tiny pack. The simplicity of working can’t be beat: just a few water, just a few snacks, your sneakers, and perhaps a headlamp. I can’t watch for these lengthy days whenever you fumble within the door completely worn out, however content material … as long as my knees can cling in there! Is anyone else daydreaming of lengthy days and good knees forward?

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