And today – such a difference. Raining – I think that means spring, right? Right?
I walked the dogs on the trails in town today (near town) and I’d say they were about 80% snow free. Spring?
Water rushing through the streams. Yes – I think maybe spring.
Still, Sheila and I will bring our snowshoes tomorrow for the Fry Canyon hike. Who knows what the conditions will be – we will also bring mini spikes and I have half a mind to pack my ice axe. Be prepared for anything.
As luck would have it, it was pouring rain and the minute I’d finished lacing up my boots, the rain stopped. By the time I got to the trailhead, the sun was poking through the clouds.
Once again, as I do several times per week, I imagined living in town rather than going back to the island. You see, right now I feel quite, quite homeless – uprooted and unrooted. The little place above the stable was the first time I’d felt like I had a “home” place in – gosh – forever I think. Having moved every year for so many years, being in one place that long – well, it was home. It was my refuge.
And I know that things have changed on the island. It’s not affordable any longer. And if home was my stable – well, that’s not there any more. Still, I argue with myself – no matter where on the island I lived (really – the whole West Coast) I always felt blessed to return there. Everywhere else felt like a sort of exile. The green – oh how I miss the green – even in winter – green.
And I still wonder if I can manage here – but for only one reason – affordability.
Homeless – maybe not in the conventional sense – but for now, it’s how I feel.
Shaking head – the good news is we have two showings – one on Sunday! Hurrah! I think that once we are out of this limbo, good things are going to rear their heads. I really do believe that all will be revealed and will fall into place exactly as it is meant to.