One Year

One year ago today, we signed the final papers on the house and moved in – so to speak. Moving in , in our case, consisted of vacating our RV site in New Denver and painfully driving the behemoth up the steep driveway to its berth in the weedy ground near the front door. As I recall, the tires or something or other were smoking by the time Simon parked it. I have this only on hearsay because I could not bear to watch.

After that, an inspection – and I still didn’t like it one bit. But, here we were – committed so to speak – and we bought sage and sweet grass and smudged every square inch of the place.

Then, we celebrated my birthday two days later by hiking Gwillim Lakes (wonderful!) and two days later – Sept. 25 – I headed back to the island for several weeks while Simon did his best to make it habitable. And that meant getting rid of packrats was a priority.

Yes – it has been an interesting year. When I came back in mid-October and Simon immediately left to get the truck back here too (after driving the U-Haul truck with all our possessions), I proceeded to get deathly ill. I’ll never forget lying in bed alone in the middle of the night, burning up with fever and hearing a rustling overhead. I turned on the light and watched a rat scurrying around on the inside of the plastic that was holding up wet and rotting pink insulation above my head. Thankfully (I think) I was too sick to care.

I was not happy the first few weeks. I was trying hard to come to terms with the drastic change in my life. I missed the island and my friends. And then the horrible winter set in.

But KMC was in my life and snowshoeing season started. I began to discover the beauty of the winter in these parts. We worked on the house and it became better and better and started feeling like home.

Ups and downs – tons of them. Spring came – more friends in my life – discovery of the alpine. It all made a difference. I had the most hiking summer of my life.

And now darkness is closing in again. But we (mostly Simon) are still working on this place, still turning it into a home. I have no idea what the future holds. I know I love the mountains here. I love being up in their embrace. I have found remarkable friends here – people I love and care about. I still question my autonomy in the winter (snow and driving) but I can drive the truck now and I’m taking it on a dirt road tomorrow.

I’m almost pleased that I have no real plans for the future. I have learned that plans are, quite often, a joke anyway. For now, I’m going to see what transpires. I’m happy here – or at the very least, content. After all, what is happiness if not contentment? I have more than my fair share of blissful moments. I have a very real love in my life (Simon). I have faith that tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow is going to bring wonderful surprises.

Embracing life and all it has to offer – or throw at me. I feel pretty confident that I can not only handle it but also make it good. Working on it – every day – working on  it.

About goodyniosi

Writer, avid(!!!) hiker - living life to the fullest. Love, life, bliss - getting high on getting high (in the alpine that is)
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4 Responses to One Year

  1. Pat says:

    You have had an interesting year! Hope the coming autumn and winter brings good hikes and happy times.

  2. goodyniosi says:

    Thanks, Pat. I think they will

  3. What a journey over the past year … heck that isn’t even including what must be over 100 hikes in that same period. I am the same with plans as I much prefer to lets things just happen. Thank-you for sharing your story with all of us.

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