Saturday, February 21, 2015

Coyote choir

Made it to the cabin a few times this week and basically arrived and went to bed. The need to clear my head has been overwhelming the last few months so I finally decided to just curl up under the covers and sleep. I think I managed almost 10 hours last night and that's probably a record for the last few months. If I try to nap at home, Rock has other ideas.

Before I crawled into oblivion last night I did take a hike up the road. This is what it looked like as I drove into the area:
I know many people across the country are getting hammered with snow and cold weather and they are predicting 2 feet of snow for us over the next two days. I don't care either way, the mountains are getting plenty and when it's like this in the morning, how can I believe the weather reports:
oh... back to my hike.
The coyotes were howling, singing the song of whatever they sing. The stars were starting to peek through the sky and the moon was a sliver of white. I still talk to our old dog Luke, via. the stars that look like the white spot he had on his chest. We talked (we being I looked up and chatted away) for a bit about how I miss him and how I'm glad he is watching over us and how he would have probably hated getting used to a new house while being blind. I talked about all the issues I am dealing with at work but that we finally hired a replacement for a manager we let go last month.
Luke, of course, had nothing to say.

Here is a pic I snapped right before it got really dark.
I'll be getting back to my primary job in the next week and I'm really glad. I learned a lot and experience is always valuable but I am falling behind on what I need to get done.

This morning I had some toast (homemade bread) with strawberry jam (home canned of course). I also had 3 glasses next to my plate; peppermint tea, almond milk and cherry juice. I ate and watched the clouds roll in while the fireplace cracked and popped. It's calm outside right now but I doubt that will last. Time to stoke the fire, workout a little and go for another hike.

No grass grows under these feet.

8 comments:

  1. People have been going to the mountains for a chance to think and little tranquility since at least the time of the Classical Greeks, and probably before. It's a good environment for thinking.

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    1. I know many people who couldn't last more than a few minutes in the mountains alone with nothing but thoughts and nature.

      For people like us, it's awesome.

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  2. I love listening to the coyote packs running at night. Very soothing and thought provoking.

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    1. I did a recording of it after they started, but decided not to try and load it on the blog. That and the stupid iPhone (or user) can't change the orientation of the recording once it's done.

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  3. I love life in the mountains; there's nothing better.

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    1. It's hard to beat for sure. Shoveling to the end of the driveway and turning around to see another 6 inches of snow fell... well that's just part of the game I suppose.

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  4. I just thought I would stop by and see how you are surviving the weather. I've been concentrating on our own nasty situation here, but I did see on Atlanta tv that Colorado is getting their share of snow.

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    1. We are doing great, thanks.
      When we get to the cabin tomorrow I'm sure we will have a few feet of snow to shovel. In town we have about a foot but it's not really cold, just snowy.
      I planned on shoveling at the cabin last night but we made some changes at work that required me being around early in the morning lately. I can imagine the county snowplow was none-to-kind at the driveways end.

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