Earlier this week: I looked out my window at about 11 o’clock at night, and nature was staring back at me and standing about 8 feet tall.
On Sunday: I got clobbered with a good old-fashioned head cold that totally wiped me out, and made for a VERY long week of work. Should have taken a few days off. But I did not. And as a result, I spent my entire 3-day weekend recovering from being sick, instead of being outside doing fun things.
Yesterday: I was finally feeling like a living, breathing, human being again, so I spent the day running errands, hanging out with friends, and in the evening went to the Cantwell Bluegrass Festival. It was a small opening night, but the crowd grew as the evening progressed, and the hours were filled with music, funnel cake, frisbee games, conversations, watching the late night sunset, and playing with the random dogs that wandered freely about.
|A few park rangers played in a band|
|Such a music festival|
Today: I decided to take one more day to rest up, and figure out my plan of attack for my remaining 6 weekends in the park. Six! It sounds like a lot on one hand, but on the other hand, there are about 14 things on my high priorities list to do before I leave, and there’s no way I’ll be able to do all of them.