For the sake of not forcing my daily micro-adventures down the throats of the world, I have limited my posting this week. [insert ironic crowd cheers here]
The reason being that while the week has offered me my normal allotment of miles, it’s been more “samey” than usual.
I wake early, drink some coffee, drive to the trails in the dark, hike 6+ miles, and hardly see any critters because the sun has only been fully up for about 30 minutes by the time I finish.
We here in the mid-Michigan area are enjoying a nice run of fall weather featuring abundant sunshine, blue skies, cold nights, and comfortable mid-50˚ days.
The weekend was the weekend, and as weekends go, it was a pretty good weekend. Know-what-I-mean?
It’s been busy Friday that started with a 6-mile lumber to get me over my 30-mile weekly goal, and then home for my second (or is it the third?) “Mulch Mow” this week of the leaves around the vast (not really) grounds of the Cul-De-Sac-Shack. Not my favorite activity, but a good way to get another mile or two in my feetz. Then it was on to more crap that I wanted to get done before the weekend.
More than half of my hike was done in the dark today, so I only have one photo. I did have a Bald Eagle sighting, and a pic, but it was flying high above, so it’s pretty crap. Still, seeing an eagle soaring overhead is always amaze.
I’m glad to have hit my 30-mile goal for the week again, and I’m of course looking forward to my weekend of slack, footy, beer, photo-creepin’, and goofing off.
Later.
I wanted to title this post, “Oh (Shit!) For Two,” but I thought that putting the word shit in the title might cause my sage/goofball words to go unread. Instead, I decided to put the word shit in the first paragraph, two, er, three times— my bad.
I woke up on Wednesday morning to a steady drizzle of rain, and I have to admit that it put a smile on my face.
This past summer and early fall were very dry, and I had very few, if any, lumbers in the rainy woods. Well, at least extended ones of any note.
Some days you wake up and just know that things are going to be shit. And some days, you have that realization as you are in the act of doing so at 5:15 AM, and your cantankerous bulldog is snorting, whining, huffing, and puffing at the bathroom door for her morning gruel.
“GIRL, GIMME A SECOND, I’M IN THE MIDDLE OF SOMETHING!!”
The weekend was dark, dank, and raining most of the time, and that made me feel good to already have my 30 miles in, and nothing planned other than 48+ hours of slack, which started at 3:01 PM Friday.
I felt good when Lola and I got up at 5:20, although I will say, she was WAY more excited to stuff her face in a bowl of “lamb” and rice dog food than I was to serve it, but I was looking forward to the day’s lumber, despite the early morning assault on my senses.
The week, or at least the past two days (from the perspective of a woodsy lumberist, not real life, no one wants to hear about that bullshit), has been more of the same in a good way: