A trip back into the high country is in the planning. Food, ice, propane, firewood, and getting the truck camper ready for the ride. The camping trip last month was so enjoyable that we decided to go again for another week. Why not since I’m now full-time retired? The mountains begin to turn cool in September, the predictability of favorable weather uncertain. I’m awake at pre-dawn and outdoors listening for the birds singing. All is quiet except for one out-of- place crow swinging low through branches of the redwoods.
With some of our best weather occurring this time of year, I have a desire to be outdoors as much as possible, a part of the animal, mineral, and vegetable kingdom of which I am composed. When I go indoors I become something different, a creature composed more of thought and of reason. When the long cold winter nights come I will be forced to spend more time with the thinking portion of myself. Journal entries may run longer and ramble, but I will also have time to straighten them up and get them on the path on which I had intended for them to flow. For today, the journal does not get as much devoted attention from me. A rosy dawn is drawing my interest, begging me to step out for a further look.