The weather over the weekend was pretty crap: dark, grey, rainy, and quite cool for the unofficial kickoff of summer, unlike today, which is sunny and 75˚.
With Wifey somewhere in Ohio (I don’t really know, I think near some big lake… Lake Winnipesaukee or something like that), and B at his girlfriend’s parents’ for the holiday, I was left alone with Lola (the dog) for the weekend.
I pretty much needed 7 miles in my feetz today to meet my 30 in 5 goal, and to be honest, I really didn’t think I had seven in me today— until I did.
It’s been a good week of lumbering so far, with 23+ miles in four days so far, and a decent amount of pixels captured.
Now, where was I?
I finished off a lackluster week of lumbering with 26.48 miles in my feetz, missing out on my goal of 30. Having said that, I also did a short 6-mile mountain bike ride, so I DID end up with over 30 miles of doing stuff. So, I guess that’s something to be semi-happy about.
Sometimes a week can be OK, even if it really hasn’t gone well.
The week started off well enough; Monday and Tuesday’s lumbers were good, and my stitches are healing nicely, with my skin being more irritated and painful from the bandages that were on than the actual incision. So, I was relatively blindsided by how much Wednesday and part of Thursday sucked.
After Friday morning’s surgery, I skipped lumbering for the rest of the weekend to let my stitches do their thing. So, come Monday, I was pretty eager to get back in the woods, and the woods did not disappoint.
After a subpar week of lumbering last week, I was glad to get back to some normal mileage and picture taking. At least until I couldn’t today.
Tuesday’s 5.79-mile lumber was OK, but nothing to write about1. There was little to no visible critter activity, and I had to rely on some nature nubbin macro shots to scratch my itch.
In fact, it was so lacking that I chose to bail early and missed my 6-mile target by a nugget hair. Oh well.
It’s no secret that my love (er, acceptance) of routine, no matter how good or bad it is for me, is borderline autistic. So, when I get out of a near-daily routine like writing about my mundane day hikes and attempts at nature photography, it can be hard to get back in.
However, as you can see, I’m back. For this, you have my apologies. But, so as not to get too up in your grill with a new post, I will just post some pics and say the lumbering and picture-takin’ was subpar last week, but this week has started off swell with a 6-mile lumber in some “not too bad” temps.
When I let Lola (the dog) out into the early morning darkness to do her business on Wednesday, I was greeted by brisk temps and the sound of more rain falling.