If I wrote a blog last year I would be talking non stop about the killer outdoor activities going on. I'd be saying things like, "Ah, man can you believe it went down a couple hundred cfs last night, we'll be dodging a lot more rocks today." Or, "I hit big drop today and it was so sweet."
Or, "I caught some fresh pow today in the trees."
but these days it's, "Oh yeah, it's cold out today, probably went down another 10, i heard this weekend it might even get colder, oh yeah!"
So this isn't a bad thing, just a change, something I need to get used to. I really love the quote, "The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeing new landscapes, but having new eyes." You see, I lived in Eau Claire for 3 years and thought I saw everything there is to see. Thought that Eau Claire was filled with nothing but fud duds who just talk about the weather all the time. I was in some ways excited and inspired to move back here. Not having a mountain or river to play in and distract me, means more time catching up doing the other things I enjoy doing. These days I have been hibernating and spending way too much time on this computer. I need to whip into action and get crafting. Or cooking, another love which gets abandoned from time to time. So we'll see. I think you can fall in love with the place you live, whether it be on the top of a mountain, in a river valley, or in the flats of the midwest. There are good and bad things about each one. I have little pro and con lists from each place that I've lived at. (Yes, I'm a big nerd, I know.) But it helps to give me perspective. This year has given me time to start this blog, throw some parties, make food, and scrapbooks and sit back and enjoy a good book. I don't have to feel guilty for wasting a good fresh powder day, or a beautiful sunny day with 2,900 cfs. I can sit and do my crafts and not get hassled for it! Forest Gump is so right, life is like a box of chocolates, you never do know what you're going to get. And I'm thankful for the chocolates that surprise you with pink goop, just as much as the good old standby of solid milk choc. God is a good candymaker.