I have the second largest storm of the year in the forecast now. Four inches Friday, and maybe an inch on Saturday. Unlike last year, I am ready. Ready in action, supplies, stores, and compared to last year, fully in mental faculty. It is not as simple, or arrogant, as ‘been there, done that’, it is a feeling of understanding. Knowing what it means to be here, experience, listen, watch, learn. I am anxious for another opportunity.
The pass to the house is in shadowy tall trees. One more storm like the last and that pass won’t be navigable with truck or jeep, so I shall relocate them and hike the ranch one day after my consulting duties.
Moon Bug is dusty from the waiting and my spirit is starting to itch for the white. Two nights grilling in shorts and t-shirts, however? A very nice way for December to have begun.