I know it’s cold outside, but I’m still at the point where I’m longing to sleep outdoors. I suppose I could just barely manage to fit a tent in the side yard next to my apartment’s back door, but I don’t really want to sleep outdoors right next to a city street, with other people able to gaze out at my from their own apartment windows.
No, I really can’t sleep outside in my current living situation, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to.
Ambrose and I went on a hike on Thanksgiving. Nothing big, just up to Table Rock and back. There was some snow up there, but not much on the trail. I think it gave both of us a needed hit of time being outdoors, breathing in that brisk, cold air and crunching along on frozen dirt. We weren’t up early enough to watch the sun rise from the top, but we did get to watch its ascent as we ascended.
I hope we’ll do another hike at Christmas. I think it’s important for both of us to get outside, both on our own and together, during the winter months when we aren’t backpacking. It feeds my soul to be outdoors, and, eventually, we’ll do some winter backpacking. We just need to get properly kitted out for winter backpacking, and I think it will be a blast.