I’m sitting in in an airport in Omaha, Nebraska being inundated with light EDM and sunshine. Work has been a torrent of travel and unrestful hotel sleep. After this one I’m hoping to not be back on an airplane until at least the end of the year.
I thought I’d take a sec to get caught up, its been a minute and I’ve been called out so I know some of you actually read this.
My adult child Ian visited for his second time since we moved west. We outdoor adventured, including a walk high up on Mount Hood. His choice for footwear, the decidedly un-athletic Converse Chuck T’s, proved to not be the best decision. We chose to leave the trail and scramble to an impressive looking rock ledge five to six hundred feet above. The vantage point was stunning. We drank a beer, ate leftover pizza and watched a series of rock falls far above. They were terrifying despite their great distance. The sound was much delayed and was delivered in haunting swells of whurrs and rumbling.
While chatting we realized that I am exactly double his age and that that will never happen again. I also discovered that, despite that fact, I can still beat him in a two mile run by over a minute. Growing up is weird, I’m doing my damndest to avoid all that.
We also did a 3.5 kilometer hike/scramble through lava tubes on the flanks of Mount St Helens before spending an evening playing classic video games at neighborhood favorite Retro Game Bar.
Fall hits differently in the PNW. The shortening days still weigh on my mood but I don’t have the hibernation dread like I did in Minnesota. I’ll run in shorts all winter. I weed whipped our yard yesterday and winter is setting up above in the mountains for whenever I want to visit.
