I think I could stay here a while.

Now that I’m home I want to try and get into more of a rhythm with writing and exercising, pullups mostly. This morning I had a nice yoga sesssion, and am grateful for being surrounded again by my wonder self-created space. I enjoy it very much looking around and remembering stitching it all together. I made a list of the things that I need to prioritize. Mostly I’m limited by cash flow in what I want to do. I will certainly be overexcited to buy batteries for my power inverter when the time comes, and also then to have my dc light functional. The four hundred I just spend on brakes and rotors is going to set that back. I have thus far been able to curtail any spending on my pleasure sporting, aside from a few bike tubes, p-tex, a hot wax, and quick draws.

Wouldn’t you know it, as soon as I start to contemplate the joys of being healthy I get a bug. Sunday night the subtle ache started, and only worsened on my drive home Monday. After the drive I slept intermittently from 2:30 on and felt recovered after a twelve hour nap, Tuesday morning. It is always the contrasts of life that make it special: life and death, sick and healthy, energetic and lethargic. Much to appreciate now, while the memory is close of feeling tired and sluggish.

I like the extreme simplification of life out here in the boonies. Though I have to plan my water and propane and food meticulously, I have often a week long interval from the chaos of the city. Every time I dip into the city, I am happy to return home; to my birds and mice and quiet solitude.

Author: Ronjohn

When I take a deep look at my ego, I see that it defines itself as a recreation bum. I ski, hike, rock climb, kayak, raft, sail, stand up paddle, mountain bike, rock climb again. I grew up in Grand Junction, Colorado. I am a vagabond extraordinaire.

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