“A pessimist sees the difficulty in every opportunity; an optimist sees the opportunity in every difficulty.”
― Winston Churchill
It’s now been about 2.5 months since I started this little experiment. And today is the second day I didn’t make it out on a trail- the first, as you’ll remember, being the day after I had surgery and I was too ill to get out of my bed.
So what horribly dreadful thing kept me off the trail today? A busy day. How can I justify this? Because most of the day was still about trails, even if I wasn’t on one. Which makes me think of when I was in my youth and my mom would say, “Boy! You are sure on one today!” when I was being particularly grouchy or mouthing off. It was a pretty rare occurrence. Well if being “on one” means harping on a single subject for hours, then I guess I was “on” a trails today.
I woke where I slept, in Elwood, busily dressed, got kids ready, packed, and drove in horrible traffic and 2 fresh inches of snow to Salt Lake. Left los ninos with my friend Catherine, and went to a meeting in downtown to talk about trail maps.
When that meeting got out I had just enough time to grab lunch, hunt frantically for my parking ticket for the garage, and drive in 4×4 up to the state capital for a second meeting. There I was able too represent Orbital View and also make some very good connections for the Grand Valley Trails Alliance.
Hence I drove to retrieve said children from said friend by way of a visit to now-said brother. It was then another grueling 5 hour drive home to Grand Junction. I made it home about 11pm and had just enough time to unpack, get kids to bed, and pass out myself before the day changed over.
I recognize that I could have gotten up early to do a quick trail, and I would have if there had been a trail in the vicinity and had there not been the snow storm.
Salt Lake is a beautiful City. Really, all of the Wasatch Front is beautiful. I reminisced about the view of Mt. Timpanogos out the front window of my house in Orem. I recalled the incredible views I enjoyed in my many years and thousands of miles commuting around the two counties, Salt Lake and Utah. I began to fantasize about moving back. Maybe getting a little condo in downtown. Or maybe Sugarhouse. Or just reclaim my residence in Orem….
But in so many ways that would feel like a step backward. I’ve made a life for myself here in Grand Junction and I’m not ready to pull the plug quite yet.