Month: March 2022

It has been an interesting change, moving into this community. The idyllic notions of a child that here, people would be different. It is not complaint, merely fact. We are all equally flawed, and equally seeking our own way. I was born into a dangerous culture of deflection, deceit, abuse, and outright thievery. I lie awake at times wondering, in spite of what I have seen, why I still am wired to believe the good, not even the real. As I said, flawed. We are what we are.

I am physically healing, and will heal, but taking such time from this site offers a man time to reflect, as does my second winter on this mountain. I have had friends near me this winter, but often not here, due to access. All is well on this mountain top, and it is time for the next chapter to unfold for this man. I wish to write, create and explore as such, but not here, my friends. This is my last post upon the site. This chapter is complete.

The need to reach out as such, express as such, explore my psyche as I greedily needed The Healing Valley… it is all shifting. Shifting from expression to grace, from narcissistic utterances to empathy, assuming my little world matters in the grand scheme, it is shifting. At times I wrote posts targeted at sentiments, or people, from my past. A learning it was, a shift in tone for the audience has emerged.

Overall, there was a need to continue the past, my attempt to heal that which cannot be healed; some things we must cover with scar tissue. These scars remain to remind us, and will continue to remind us, until our death. We cannot lament them. We must accept them for what they are. It is what it is. We are what we are. But most importantly, we are not what we were. We must continue with our battle scars and begin anew. A new challenge, a new outlet, a new path even if one is tepid to walk it, even if one’s heart yearns to pick the scar, no longer a scab. It is how we continue to grow and adapt, and survive. What else is there? I will write more. I am ready to write, but it shall not be here.

Thank you all for reading, and for sharing this adventure with me.

I hope we meet again one day.

It has been a few days, and will be a few more, before I post again. Nothing life threatening, but I managed to hurt myself over the weekend and am a bit immobile. A big storm blowing in today so I am off to gather a bit more wood.

Be well, no worries, all will be well, but standing and typing is not enjoyable.

The weather has been enigmatic this Spring. Times of pure joy with the sun beaming, the snow melting, blue skies that warm your soul. This morning is the opposite. Horizontally moving snow, nary a chance of sun in the forecast until tomorrow, and the dog wants to be inside by the fire instead of deck sitting as he loves to do.

I ventured off the mountain, fully, on Tuesday. It was a trip to two grocery stores, supply stores, hardware and auto parts stores. My tenant has been kind enough to let me ship packages to him, so I returned home with both Moon Bug and her sled Dave fully laden.

I had laid a set of tracks last Saturday, but the winds pretty much removed them, but it was an uneventful trip nonetheless. The drifts are deep, but there is not enough snow to bury Moon Bug, so it has been safer to travel than last winter.

I ventured off the mountain yesterday, but only to the local town. A supply run was in order, but the tags on my truck have expired. I shall go out again Tuesday to rectify, but parts were required so out I went. I have a mess waiting for me; bought a couple dozen eggs in a flat pack and tipped them on their side to keep the sun off. I forgot to bring them home, and this mess is sitting on my passenger seat, freezing in the overnight, thawing in the daily sun.

The snowstorm of last week was intense. Nearly 18 inches landed on the mountain top, and the winds kicked up for two days after. Monstrous drifts are everywhere, piled high, and barely a remnant of my neighbor’s exiting tracks from a week prior remained.

Moon Bug did well and I am learning how to catch and ride the drifts. One scary moment on a snow filled drift laden drive. I hope Tuesday goes as well.

By Borman and Kline. Not a sign of a road in sight.

I have not written in a spell, on the site at least. Nature provided a reprieve this past few days. Weather unlike anything I expected, two days reaching fifty in the shade. Much time to reflect, walk my own land, look for signs of animals, and leave technology inside. The snow appears to settle more than melt, but the height has dropped nearly eighteen inches in the last few days. Just in time for the new powder that arrived in the overnight.

It was a light, fluffy, mild affair, but this morning with the snow blower turned eventful when an unseen fallen branch fragment got between the chewing tines and found itself inside blower assembly, and suddenly, no blowing at all. Something snapped somewhere. More snow is planned for tonight, and my old dog wants his routes clear.

I rarely know why something broke when it broke, but a few minutes of snow removal from the mouth of the machine, a few more investigating and I have a working snow blower again. Another set of pins designed to break, say, if you catch a branch in the mechanism. Last Fall I purchased a large satchel of replacement pins for this machine specifically, and am now down to my last forty eight, so I should make it until the real Spring thaw.