Dirt beneath my boots, shadows on rocks, warm sun on my face, wind whispers in my ear, a crisp autumn chill and the company of my favorite friend…these things I love. This is the stuff to pause for. Breathe it in. Soak it up. In this season of gratitude we express our appreciation for the things we have, the people we love and the moments in life that fill our hearts with joy. It is moments like these, for which I am most thankful.
This little blog adventure of mine is proving to be a very fun and surprisingly satisfying endeavor. I have no idea what I’m doing, to be sure. I have absolutely no computer skills. This online entity, the internet, it completely baffles me. My social skills are somewhat lacking, so staying connected…are you kidding me? But this little space, this mysterious place, my own tiny corner of this massive web, is slowly growing on me.
Today was a beautiful day. Autumn seems to be getting comfortable, blessing us with its presence and promising to stick around this time. It was a perfect day for a picnic and a delightful day out for the doggies.
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August. How did that happen? My slower summer pace is quickly picking up, the To Do lists are accumulating, my space is overrun with school supplies. It appears I have once again entered that other dimension where I continually search for the ever elusive Time. When I sat down to write about our last Sierra trip I was surprised to realize that two weeks have come and gone since we climbed Pip Squeak Spire. I could have sworn just yesterday I was lakeside, reading a book, hunting for wildflowers and watching the sunrise. Fourteen days have slipped through my grasp since I stood on that rocky ridge gazing out at a sea of granite peaks in a state of amazement. I love those moments. In those moments, Time does not elude. In fact, in those moments Time doesn’t even exist.
I do love this season of hiking in the Sierra Nevada. Everything is a wonder to me in this wilderness playground. I am amazed by the simplest things. Traits of a Montessori teacher, I suppose. We are conditioned to see the world from a child’s point of view. Children are fascinated by everything and they notice everything. Observing nature and delighting in it…that so-called “sense of wonder” is innate. It is only natural to feel a connection to that child’s inner sense when roaming these wilderness trails and backcountry.
This granite landscape boggles my mind. No matter how many times we hike, climb, sit, fall, wonder and ponder in this environment, we never get tired of this view. Out here, one can feel deeply connected to everything in the world around you and at the same time, unbelievably small and alone. It never ceases to amaze.
It’s funny how I can get comfortable living without something until I get a tiny little taste of it. Suddenly, I realize how much that thing fills my heart and body with joy and life. My hubby and I have been hiking in the Sierra together for fifteen years now and it is so much a part of who we are. We have had some pretty amazing adventures over the years as we have discovered and grown our mountain skills together. Last season’s Sierra outings were frustratingly few and far between and we have been anxiously awaiting a new season and new adventure! Well, to be honest, we don’t even need a big adventure. At this point we would settle for a nice, simple, life-giving trek on a trail.