I am in a holding pattern. the fall is making me wait for something. making me wait for snow. in the mean time I feel like I don’t do much. sitting around, knitting, eating chocolate, reading books. taking weekend road trips by myself.

just driving. driving to see new towns. stopping to sniff waterfalls and read about pioneers. taking detours on dirt roads. what’s at the end of this one? drinking beers at some local pub on the way. dropping into a valley behind a mountain range. getting a ride on a harley in the crisp and sunny fall air. partying in my car in abandoned campground. in a blizzard. everyone has left. the resort towns are waiting for the next season. roads are closed, I chase for a map to show me the way around the mountains. where do I go now? watching clouds roll in, staring at peaks, picking my line. can I hike to that one?

life is beautiful.