I could think of no better way to spend the winter solstice than hiking in the snow. I didn’t have to go far to find it. And I’m glad I know the Westwood Ridges so well because there were no footprints on top and the snow was deep. Abby and I were solitary and alone. And it was beautiful.
There are times when I am hiking alone when my mind empties. I can’t remember a single thought I had today on our hike. That’s good.