Catching up on some old, old, old posts.
It's been weeks since I have felt like I have time and energy. In those weeks (months, really, when I think about it) life has sucked out loud. I was at this point, just before Dylan's death, where I thought, it can't get worse. It did. A whole lot worse. So that gives me some perspective. It can always be worse.
So for now, as unnatural as it feels at this moment, I am going back to the good - back to before it got bad...
Once we got back from NC, after 16+ hours in the car and driving through the night, I did what I do and hit the trail with Dixie.
When I arrived in Weld, this is what I saw. Classic Maine - it felt good to be home.
The top of the mountain.
The cats were happy we were home so they could kick it inside.
It's been weeks since I have felt like I have time and energy. In those weeks (months, really, when I think about it) life has sucked out loud. I was at this point, just before Dylan's death, where I thought, it can't get worse. It did. A whole lot worse. So that gives me some perspective. It can always be worse.
So for now, as unnatural as it feels at this moment, I am going back to the good - back to before it got bad...
Once we got back from NC, after 16+ hours in the car and driving through the night, I did what I do and hit the trail with Dixie.
When I arrived in Weld, this is what I saw. Classic Maine - it felt good to be home.
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