Sometimes I wake up on days like today, where the temperature is 49°, the sky clean and the air washed by last nights rains, and, when I think back to some of the negativity of the last three years, I think to myself – wow, there was some seriously intense reactions. One might even say overreactions. Seems like a whole bunch of people tossed a bunch of spices into a stew and made some sort of explosive concoction. It seems very silly in retrospect and ridiculously out of proportion. Humans have a way of doing that.
Too nice a morning to dwell on that stuff. A breakfast buritto in the stomach, pack packed, skis strapped on. Time to hike in the cool morning air, smell some pine, cross some rivers and find some snow in an ancient glacial valley and explore.