Rained all night, snowed a bit around 4:00 a.m. still raining now.
It’s chilly as I rolled out of my fart sack and warmed my coffee up.
Some will never understand why I do what I do.
Why I search for remote areas .
Why I crave the intense energy of nature.
To most, what I do seems absurd, as they sit in their warm home, yet for me it means so much that I am unsure if I can find the words to properly express my thoughts.
Maybe that’s why I come out here.
To feel, see, hear and coexist ( to some extent) with nature. At 2:30 a.m. I was awakened by the Hoot 🦉 of an owl. I know I was in his territory, my fire had long gone cold, the turkeys were quietly nested in their roost.
And yet here he was, no more than fifty feet from my temporary shelter in the woods. I like to think he was being neighborly, saying hello, the only way an owl knows how.
Did any of you hear an owl last night? Or the coyotes two ridges over yipping and carrying on for whatever reason?
The rain continues to fall, not hard, just enough to soak a man unprepared, if he is out long.
These are the moments that ground me. That bring me back to real, reality.
So for anyone reading this, who wonders, why does a man go to the woods. This is just a small snippet of why.
As always
Keep your paddle wet and your powder dry
J
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