Consternation, perhaps. Maybe trepidation. Or even alarm. I’d even go with concern, bewilderment and dread.
But I think if I’m going to be completely accurate: panic might best describe my feelings at the moment. Or is it depression, rapidly followed by resignation?
November 2 and this is it – the view from the upper deck. And temperatures dropping to minus 10 tonight.
I’ve been bucking myself up all day, telling myself how lovely it is to snowshoe. But the other little voice in my head keeps saying, “Yes – but hiking in the alpine is even nicer!”
And so I am thinking, “Maybe I’ll just live in Belize all winter. Or Hawaii. Or Fiji. Maybe New Zealand – lots of hiking there.
Or Vancouver Island. Oh sure – it’s snowing there too right now but I know the island – this is temporary there. Pretty soon it will rain and that will be that. Here – we are about to settle into a serious, horrible winter.
Hoping to see the bright side in a day or two. Or three.
Starting with “I can write a lot more!”
But already my body is screaming at me – three days of no hiking already!
Deep breath. It could be worse.
How I don’t know – but surely it could be…