Today while hiking in Winant Park in Concord I stumbled upon a big, black bear and her cub. Actually, I just saw a big, black furry blob and a small, cute cub – stopped, called Winnie and started running back to the car.
I know you’re not suppose to run but I did. I’ve never – in all my years of hiking – seen a bear on the trail; much less a mama and her cub.
Winnie was so great – she came to me and we ran back to the car. So scary.
This was us just the day before on a more calm, no-wildlife hike:
The last day of April and I’m sad to see it go; really I am.
April was a relatively good month despite the cold weather and Winnie getting sick with some sort of cough and the medicine that made her pee so much but ultimately made her better. It’s just hard seeing the drinking and peeing after Daisy being sick with the same effects.
April was good, calm, normal. I love my job and I love where I live. Everything is status quo. Training and writing. Working and hiking. The snow has melted, and while it is not quite warm, it is finally starting to feel like spring.
Yesterday, Sunday my training plan called for a three hour run. I was hoping for as-close-to 18 miles as possible. The route was to run to Penacook, turn onto Washington St. then turn onto River Rd. then up Carter Hill and home. I forgot what a huge hill Carter Hill is [gasp!]. Final mileage: 16. I’ll take it!
The forecast was rain all day so I didn’t wear headphones. So no music the entire time. It was fine. New running routes help take the pain away. It’s amazing the sense of wonder you can get running in new places.
The sun came out for about five minutes during the entire three hours; it was mostly grey with a bit of green.
The two best things about the run: running next to the The Contoocook River and completing the 16 miles under 3 hours, which was about the same time I did the 16 mile Boston Prep Race in January. [proud moment]
Now I have one more high volume week, taper and race.
Jeff and I attempted to hike Mount Kearsarge last Saturday, April 21. It was finally a beautiful blue sky day and we arrived at the Winslow State Park trailhead to find over 10 cars lined up outside the gated entrance. The road to the trail was snow packed.
This was not a good sign.
We started the gradual uphill climb and passed a few groups heading down. We ask a man about trail conditions and he told us the Winslow trail would be tough going down without spikes on our shoes. We realized then it would be a short hike and continued on.
This was our first view of the valley looking northwest.
Then we got on the snowy trail heading north on the Barlow Trail.
We met many people coming down; some who made it to the top, with spikes, and many who were turning around. We walked about half a mile then turned around. We would get to the top another day.
A day when I wake up and have time to think and dream and write.
Today I ask: What am I doing with my life? What do I want to be?
These questions I’ve asked myself for most 30 plus years.
I think that right now is good. I think that what I’m doing is what I am suppose to be doing, for the most part.
Is my life what I envisioned for myself? No. But I don’t think many people in their fourth decade are living the life they imagined. If you are, email me. I’d love to talk to you.
As I look back on my goals and the list of things-I-want-to-do list I created in 1992, I see that I’ve reached almost all the goals I created for myself. There are a few things I haven’t done so today I created a new list of “things I want to do before I die”.
Here is my updated list, not in order of importance, with some left over from the original 1992 list and some new ones: