Well, I snuck down from the mountain and am now sitting in a coffee shop in Columbia Falls sipping an iced mocha and typing on this here computer. What a strange feeling.
It's lovely out here. No, I mean more than lovely. V. and I have been spending our days hiking along lakes and rivers in pine and cedar forests. Today we drove to Timbuck-3 to have lunch at our favorite camp spot that we discovered exactly 4 years ago in the infancy of our relationship. A forest fire burnt much of the surrounding area, but miraculously not "our" place.
It's strange not having anything to do. I get easily bored until I remember to occupy myself. I'm enjoying scribbling in my journal and reading that slim little Marquez book that I just haven't seemed to be able to get around to until now.
I'm remembering what a good outdoor cook I am...much better than my indoor cooking skills. I look like hell from a lack of shower facilities.
And best of all, I feel better than I have in a very long time.