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!|