What I realized today – even if it isn’t alpine – even if it isn’t filled with bliss and “wows,” it’s still getting out there and moving my body and breathing in nature – and I need it. I physically need to be out there. After almost six hours of hiking, I came home and lay back in a hot bubble bath, feeling at peace.
So – Morning Mountain. It’s a decent shoulder season hike – a bit like Butter: dozens of mountain bike trails, getting to the top of the mountain with lovely views, beautiful larches. Helen and I bushwhacked the last bit for a warm, sunny lunch spot.
The trail is pretty – and the whole day just felt good.
So – a good day. I had a nice them on the way up (stats – about 14K, 600 metres and 5.45 hours). I hiked at the back of a small pack and just stayed in my mind, working on the plot of my next story (writing day tomorrow) and I like where it’s taking me. I’m eager to get it down tomorrow.
Compared to last year at this time – what a difference! I feel purposeful and excited about my life. I’ve discovered an amazing place in the world – fabulous mountains, beautiful people – and my writing has taken a new direction. My writing is taking me to the place I always needed to be. And this, of course, is the perfect time to be in this place.