Ok, I have a bit of a confession to make. Despite my sincere practice of meditation and mindfulness, I realized this weekend that my outdoor Zen-state-of-mind is solar powered. At low voltage, my appreciation for all that every moment has to offer is replaced by sour grousing about cold, and ordinary things like rainy NW weather.
I was lured out by the fine weekend weather initially forecast last week. I should have paid more heed as the NWS folks quietly withdrew some of their sunshiny optimism. Additionally my mood was affected by this first trip of the year taken without the happy company of my old friend and near-constant companion, Ceili. Kristine & I had to say goodbye to her last month due to cancer. 12.5 active years did not seem like enough, but her spirit dances in our hearts, and travels with us lightly in the mountains.
Despite my Zen short-circuit, Kristine was enchanted with her introduction to the Duckabush valley. She loved the wisdom of ancient tree groves, and the muscular green-glass flow of its namesake river. Other experiences during our three-day stay: colorful fungi, drumbeat of a lusty grouse, Indian paintbrush, moss that shouted green, and bold carnivorous mice. Jumbles of old-growth still tangle the trail as mentioned in earlier reports. Some new glass at the TH suggests recent break-ins, but none evident this weekend.
As anxious as I am for serious mountain time, I think I will be more selective with weather. But perhaps I can continue to work on a more internally sustained sense of joyful living while backpacking; one that doesn’t fizzle and short-circuit with our NW climate. Regardless, I am fortunate to share my favorite places with a beautiful traveler like Kristine, and explore all the unknowns this life and love have to offer.