The other problem has been the increased difficulty of my day job. I'm losing physical momentum as I get older and I just can't push myself as hard as I could in earlier times. The old body is breaking down and there's nothing much I can do about that. Last night after getting off work and showering and eating, I ended up sleeping for over twelve hours. No writing done yesterday, at all. Any idea I would have had of going hiking today was so much fantasy. And it's back to work tomorrow.
When I have gotten out, it has been a weird scene this year under the skies. For instance, there were the two hikes I took one week apart, back to back in the Spring. One week was so warm it was actually nice enough to have thought about going for a swim. The following Sunday in the same general location the snow was falling. And the only thing that kept me from fleeing the scene was that I had tossed a few warm clothes in the truck just in case.
So, today, no hiking, but back to the latest novel. We'll talk later...
|North Harper Creek. Considered wading after my hike to the big falls just above this little cascade.|
|The next week as I visited Hunt Fish Falls nearby, the temperature suddenly plummeted.|
|I ended up on the Parkway near Grandfather Mountain and the snow started to swirl!|
|In short order the snow began to cover the ground.|
|Grandfather Mountain hidden behind passing veils of snow squalls. (I think this was part of the last significant snowfall of the year.)|