Looking N from Chairbacks
Yesterday still stings in my mind - ugly weather, low spirits, little reserve from which to draw. Or am I emotionally raw from facing the end of the journey? Some days just float by and I am lost to the beautiful distractions about me. Others, rare as they are, bring all manner of pain and depression - wishing I was anywhere but where I stood. A bad day on trail is better than a good day at work... but the warmth of a 'significant other' or comfort of a home may well outweigh even a mediocre day out here. All things are relative and circumstantial given conditions. All things.