One more step in the right direction. Today the house assessment person came. As I understand it, this is the last detail needed for Simon to close on the mortgage. Then it goes to the lawyer, we sign some papers and we are done.
Then I can start in earnest going through my stuff, getting rid of things, paring down, packing, getting moving boxes – preparing what I need for the Hoffman Process – and handling all sorts of details. This will mean lists.
I have a sneaking suspicion that I will have to buy more pens and writing pads.
Taking lots of deep breaths. I want to stay un-agitated.
I was crazy stressed yesterday – I can tell by how my body reacts.
Sometimes, the only clue I have about my stress levels are my physical reactions.
But it’s okay – just something to get through. It’s not as though I don’t have practice. You can’t live on this earth for 70-plus years and not know how to deal. Or maybe you don’t know how to deal – but you’ve had enough experience dealing that you know you have to get on with it.
All I really need is more alpine.
Most specifically – Swiss alpine. Now that’s my idea of heaven.
Today, an intrepid group of five headed up White Queen to build a trail. More accurately, to scope it out, flag it, take down some branches etc. and generally find our way to the top.
In other words, four hours and 15 minutes of bushwhacking going up and another three or so hours coming down.
Personally, I consider it a BW4 – three or more scratches all of them dripping blood.
For some reason, Chris kept saying that it was practically a trail and Dave said it was a BW0.5 – don’t believe a word either of them says.
We went through alder up to our chins and higher, we fought our way through rhodos and clambered up rocks and…. generally laughed a fair bit when we weren’t wiping up wounds or complaining about pain – or arguing about which direction was the best one to go.
All-in-all – par for the course for trail-buiding.
That we made it to the top was a triumph.
This is going to be a beauty of a trail. In the summer, White Queen is almost as gorgeous as she is in the winter. I can’t believe I’m saying this but yes, I loved the day. What a great team of people to share it with.
I don’t do well with uncertainty. I don’t think any of us do. And even though many things in my life are certain – there are a whole lot of things that still need to fall into place.
And maybe my problem isn’t so much a question of “Will this happen?” but more “What the fuck is taking so long?”
Yup – probably the latter.
Ok – the home assessment for Simon’s mortgage – how the hell long are we supposed to wait for this guy to show up? I mean – really? You want a mortgage and you wait days and days and days and no word from this guy? Huh? Where in the world is this normal? (had to spew off on that one.)
And my move – I have everything in place – but I have no actual date for the current tenant to move out. Yes – Pat and Paul will put me up in their home and/or trailer temporarily – but for how long? Akkkk!
Ok. Just breathe. I want everything to go smoothly. And it will – I just have to breathe. There are things I can’t control. I have to focus on what I can control.
Sometimes it just seems there’s very little in the latter category.
That said, I did manage to get the sheets in off the line before the raindrops hit.
And tomorrow is a trail-building day at White Queen – mostly marking the trail, I believe – and I have been looking forward to this. A summer trail up there will be a delight. And I know I will feel good about contributing to that.
And I will be hiking on Wednesday – maybe Gimli. And that will be utterly swell. And Idaho Peak on Saturday. And during my in-between time, I know I can thoroughly organize everything I need to bring to the Hoffman Process.
Focussing on those things that I can control…
What a spectacularly satisfying, bliss and beauty filled day!
I should probably leave it at that and let the photos tell the story. But no – I am going to jabber on for a bit.
I took the Trade Dollar Trail to Reco (Hollywood) ridge. I got lucky in that I was able to hitch a ride from Sandon to Cody! So then, up and up. I ran into Cody Rob on the way back (on the road) and we chatted for a while about the trail. He had cleaned up a ton of it but we also talked about the gnarly bits. After this past winter, some of those bits have graduated from gnarly to sketchy. The exposure has become, shall we say, “interesting.”
He seems pretty game to do some work on those bits.
But no matter, I got up to the ridge, put on my gaiters and headed for Baby Texas. What the hell is Baby Texas? you may well ask.
Well, there’s that steep meadow you freelance up before you get to the ridge that goes to the first Texas Peak. And because it has no name, I decided to call it Baby Texas. I mentioned this to Cody Rob who thought it was a perfect name. So there – it has been christened.
At any rate, up through snow and over fresh meadow and through a massive field of anemones and glacier lilies and topped out! Awesome!
There was no question of even attempting Texas. The ridge was one long knife-edge cornice.
So – lunch in the meadow – and also keeping an ear tuned to bears because this is a grizzly meadow.
And then back down.
And, in a word, it was a perfect day.
I had a nice walk today, mainly because it was a morning spent with my beautiful niece.
We met in Winlaw and walked along a beautiful section of the rail trail. The puppies were delighted and Shanara even got to jump into the pond (swamp) and chase sticks. Abby was delighted simply to lie down in the cool water. Yes, it was hot!
And there was Shanara, walking sedately on the leash with Sandi – with me she just pulls.
Hmmm. Clearly I don’t have Sandi’s magic touch.
So we walked and talked and caught up with each other and it was lovely. She is a woman with a gigantic heart and I am so glad to be related to her.
And then, after a long nap, I pulled weeds in the garden and got bitten a thousand times by mosquitoes.
Tomorrow – an adventure.
And gosh – I wish every single thing about this move was settled. I am finding it stressful and disconcerting to still have a few balls up in the air. I don’t like it.
Deep breath – just let it be.
Looking forward to the Hoffman Process more than anything else – and wishing it was tomorrow.
I started the day with a mighty list. And I can hardly believe it – I ticked off everything!
The big things: booking the U-Haul truck, making ferry reservations, getting hold of Pat and confirming my moving day. Hell, I even had time to call my bro. I baked cookies, did laundry, vacuumed, watered the garden, which seems redundant now, given the thunderstorms and rain. And that means that poor Shanara is hiding in the downstairs shower stall and no amount of effort will get her upstairs.
I cancelled Kokanee Glacier Park and that felt incredibly sad – I was so very much looking forward to Glory Basin.
Abby Wilson was incredibly wonderful about changing my “going-away” hike to the 6th of July because later in the month was just not going to work.
And so the move is on and I have crazy mixed feelings. Simon said yesterday that although I may not think so now, I am going to miss this place.
He’s right. I already have a lump in my throat. I am going to miss the incredible alpine here. I am going to miss the amazing people I met through KMC – some of the finest people ever. I am going to miss Shanara and I am going to miss Simon and that last one is where I refuse to let my mind or heart go. Not yet. Not now.
So I am forging ahead, ticking things off.
Tomorrow, a club hike to Mount Plewman; on Saturday a visit with my niece – and I am very much looking forward to that. On Sunday I hope to hike somewhere and on Monday – well, that would seem a good time to start going through the shed. It’s time to start getting things together. Packing.
But no matter how busy it gets, I know that for my mental health and well-being, I still have to keep making time for the alpine.