The feeling of a huge weight got lifted from my chest, and shoulders.
I've been suffering some real bad wanderlust. The need to get outdoors
and feel he air, and feel the earth. The wife even noticed I had my
"moment", where I just needed to be still, and be present.
To try and describe this moment? I looked up the ravine, and saw the sun
glinting off the tree line. It was the morning sun, at a sharp angle.
The sound of water bubbling through the ice jams, with the breeze making
the branches click against each other. The smell of pure air, with a mix
of methane (Near a spring, with a natural methane vent). I had to take in
the tracks coming down the ravine, the rivulets of water coming down, and
the pure moment of just being one with all of that. I was just another
animal, making my own tracks, trying to get to a watering hole, safe
from predators, and noise.
So, that was it.
The trek/hike was hard. It was pretty icy, didn't bet on it, so we
didn't bring crampons. The wife took some spills, but we tried to stay
on the snow, instead of the ice. She spilled really bad, on a tree knob
in the ground that iced over.
She was kinda in a bad sort of way, but we muscled on, and got back to the
trailhead.
Got back home, though, and she really was in a bad sort of way. One of
the spills, she saw black for a second, and slammed bad into the ground.
So, a couple of hours later, we're at the ER.
Summarily, she's fine. No concussion, just a bad spill. Take it easy for
a few days, and she should be fine.
Her ass cheek is bruised as fuck, though.
She said though, she had a good time. I had a good time. This was enough
to recharge me for the week, at least, I think. Again, really badly
getting that wanderlust last week, today was the salve that was needed.
