“I believe we are more than the accumulation of our memories and experiences. Yet it’s these memories and experiences that are distinctive, unique to us, and influence who we truly are.” – Anonymous
I need to make this quick. Just as life ebbs and flows, so do my time commitments. Some days I am free to spend 2 hours on the trail and another writing about it, but my life right now is highly time-demanding. I can’t complain too much, though, since I love the things I put my time into. Just need to make this entry a quick one.
Had a lovely meeting this morning with Rob. Learned a lot. Got to share some knowledge as well. Insightful. Encouraging. Exciting.
Was left a short time for a trail before having to pick up Connor. Since I was already on this side of town, I drove up Little Park and hit that ped/equ trail that I can’t seem to find a legitimate name for. I’d taken the kids for a hike up there before, thought I would investigate further this time.
As I drove up the road what was a light snow at lower elevation became a thicker evidence of the same. I stopped at the TH, changed clothes, sang along to “Burn” by whatshernameIcan’trememberrightnowbecauseI’mtired.
Got out to an even thicker dusting coming from the skies, but I was undeterred. Started jogging up the trail, with shades on to protect my eyes from the flakes that were now the size of garbanzo beans. The trail was fun, but challenging to follow- not a lot of tracks, nor markers.
Before long I was cold, wet, and the trail that had be indistinct at the onset was now becoming obscured entirely in the blanket of snow. Accumulation.
I humored myself with the simile to life, right? How quickly an onset of experiences can alter our perspective. I was powerless, completely, to stop the snow, or to better navigate through it. All I could do was head back the way I had come and remain hopeful my trail skills would guide my return journey. I relied, you see, on the accumulation of my own experiences. The training of my senses.
Did I get lost? No. Did I end up on a trail that I had neither seen before nor was able to immediately identify? Yes! Was I afraid? Absolutely not. I was excited. This could have been the fabled trail I’ve heard of….hm… but I don’t think I’ll talk about it here or now. Instead I explored it some, then retraced my steps until I was on my original route. Back to my Jeep. Back down the road. Back to life.