April 21, 1997 (Day 33 – milepoint 330.6 – No Business Knob Shelter)

I’m cold. Everything I own is wet. I’M wet. And I’m tired. I overcooked my noodles and they’re stuck to the bottom of the pot. It just started hailing and the shelter I’m in has a tin roof. It’s so loud I’ve had to plug my ears. I followed what I thought were bear tracks for two miles today anxious for a sighting until I stepped in a pile of horse dung. I haven’t seen a single person since yesterday afternoon, and I’m alone in this shelter so there’s no one to whom I can express my grief. I’m miserable.

But that’s okay.

Aquaholic

April 21, 2009

Hey Aquaholic,

My two favorite times of the year are still Spring and Autumn. The seasons of action and transition. I feel a higher level of passion in my heart and in my body during these periods. The explosion of new life and the reaping of the harvest stimulate my chemistry and catalyze my soul.

It is Springtime in Colorado. Lots of activity, quite unstable from day to day. 60 degrees and sunny today could easily turn to 30 with a snow blizzard tomorrow. It is interesting how my own internal weather patterns have been very similar lately.

I love and I dread the changing weather of this season. Perhaps that is what makes it so fulfilling.

O’