I start my fridays in bed. I don’t get up in a hurry. this is my ‘free’ day. I can do what ever I want. I can stay in bed all day if I want. I can work a bit maybe. I might wake and bake and watch an episode of dexter before I get up and start my day.

I am allowing myself to be lazy today. I have skinned and skied and done bikram yoga this week and my body feels tired. I am relaxing to be ready to venture into the beehive basin with Cass tomorrow.

everything feels good and everything feels right. my body feels good. my discontent evaporates as soon as the ground is white. and as soon as my body is tired from the work. as soon as I am falling into the rhythm of the skin I feel content.

it’s about the small things. I stood on the ridge again yesterday, first time since the spring and I exhaled to be there again. I had missed the ridge. missed hiking along it, missed staring down into the bozeman flats, missed looking out at the crazies and the absorakee range. missed hiking along it to my next line. the season has begun and all my wonders and debates as to why the hell I moved all the way out here are out the window again. now I remember.