It’s approaching. The wild is calling again. The desire to get hurt, lost, exhausted. The desire to climb the wrong mountain. To break things and suffer. And then, to conquer it all.
I’m not a “summer” person. I view the hot months as something largely to endure on my way to something I enjoy more. Summer is a fun time for the kiddos, which works out great for me; there are no conflicts between what they want to do during the summer months and what I want to do, because I want to do nothing. So we do whatever they want and have a great time of it, and then it’s back to school for them.
And back to the forest for me.
All this is to say that it’s coming. I already think about the woods at least once a day, because it’s been a long stretch of months now where I haven’t been. But the heat in the air is giving its one last dog-day hurrah before dying, and the brisk change means it’s time to get the kit in order and prepare for adventure.
I cannot wait.
The Opportunity Machine 