Once again, I am about to take the snow baskets off my poles and change winter boots for summer boots. Seems pretty daring to me, but I’m going to give it a shot.
Tomorrow I am hiking Butter – and yes, there may be some snow involved but only very high up and hopefully, consolidated with no post-holing (famous last words).
On Saturday it’s Mount Sentinel again and then, possibly Kuskanax on Sunday. None of this should require snowshoes (did I mention those famous last words?)
So, today was an off-day – all my domestic chores including walking the dogs. And thinking sadly about the state of the world.
I am sad too often. I am not teary-sad. I don’t cry – haven’t done in years. I am not blue or glum – I am just sad about how the world is and how I am inside this world. I have no solution at the moment. I am just feeling it – and getting out into nature, the great healer, as often as possible.