Today started off like this, with a stovepipe to un-clog.
I love being of service.
It gives meaning to my life–and pays the bills too.
And ends up like this, after my 1st hike up the ridge, at 12,500 (or so) feet, with the whole ridge all to myself and a pretty view of Wheeler peak and the bowl of mountains that surround Williams Lake to visible off to the East, on my skis:
And then after the 2nd hike up the ridge, (I’m getting used to this hike, it almost just feels like a stroll up the neighborhood street) looking at the view to the North before jetting off the cornice: there is Lobo Peak, Gold Hill and way off in the distance Mt. Baldy in Colorado; and right below me under that cornice, some still-soft snow to ski, an avalanche chute
called “Ninos Heroes.”
Being up there, after a brisk walk wearing ski boots and carrying skis, breaking a sweat, legs warmed up, feeling 100 percent alive all by myself not lonely at all.
I forgot what those are.