Sunday, April 9, 2017

The in between seasons

A long time ago, I lived in Hawaii.  It was less than a year, because my job was seasonal, but long enough to see what it might be like if I decided to move there.  There were a lot of good things: walking around in flip flops and shorts, the ocean, the street dances the locals took me to.  It rained sometimes, but unless it was a serious storm, it moved on pretty quickly.  There weren't distinct seasons though (locals might differ; I saw people wearing coats when it was 70 degrees).

Where I live now, we have distinct four seasons, and although I've been known to complain about this, particularly when perched on my roof shoveling snow off it, there's something reassuring about dividing the year up in this way.  It's like the chapters of a book.  You might really enjoy reading one section of it, but you're always looking forward to the next one.

What's a little more problematic are the in-betweens.  Technically it's spring, but it's snowing in the mountains today.  This is closing day at the local ski resort; they have a Forest Service lease they must abide by, and it's time to give the mountain back to the bears.  Today I put my snowboard back up in the rafters of the garage, but my kayak still sits in there; it's too cold and rainy for me to take it out just yet.  Hiking still requires snowshoes or a lot of postholing.  I tried to run on the trails at work, only to be stymied by deep snow.

In between seasons requires creativity and flexibility.  There's always the gym, and the roads are clear enough for biking, if it gets warm enough.  The trails near my house are a muddy mess but possible for running because they are at a low elevation and well traversed by dog walkers.  Soon (July?) the high country will be open for hiking.

I always feel a little sad putting away the current season's gear.  I think maybe I should have snowboarded more, or hiked one more trail.  It's good to have something to look forward to though.  Bring on the summer!
 
See you later, ski area!



7 comments:

  1. I didn't realize that some ski areas closed on a certain schedule - I figured they'd go as long as there was snow. Interesting...

    Also, I would love to live in Hawaii. Of course, having grown up in California and then moved to Texas, I haven't lived in areas where there are strongly defined seasons anyway, so I don't think Hawaii's year-round moderate weather would bother me.

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    1. I liked Hawaii. What got to me eventually was what some people called "rock fever," the realization that you're stuck on an island and you can't just drive to another state. Some of the people I knew there didn't want to go to the North shore because it was too far...40 miles. I liked the weather, although I wish I had worn sunscreen more back then.

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    2. Rock fever - interesting! I never considered that, although it makes sense, coming from the mainland where I've driven all over hell and gone (and that's just Texas, hah!).

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  2. It's always so sad when the local ski hill closes for the season. Luckily around here it's not until early May....and Timberline ski area on Mt Hood stays open in the summer. Of course, by then I'm full into hiking season.

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    1. I should go there sometime. It would be fun to snowboard in the summer.

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  3. Hmm so that's why some of these ski places close it 'odd times'!

    When I lived in Florida I learned that I missed the seasons! Where I live the 'in between' seasons are usually very brief!!!!

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    1. I'm sort of jealous though...You can hike sooner!

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