A Taste of the Familiar
Confession: as known by my disciples, once I find what I like, I tend to stick with it. Especially with food, and this last week has made keeping up with how I typically eat very challenging. Today, happily, we took advantage of the opportunity to make some pea protein pancakes, a former staple, along with coffee made the right way, and of course genuine maple syrup.
Is that not the paradox? We travel to see new things, and yet what falls into the The Familiar category eventually becomes what is longed for. As Dorothy so wisely put it, “There is no place like home.”
Yes, home…..
Certainly the rentals are not home. Everything is uber temporary and predefined and, frankly, even the nicest places can’t compare with the comfy, fun and useful things that are in the right place at home. Really, knowing where is the salt, easy access to whatever there happens to be, and yes I’m talking about camping!
Another grip follows the “better to finish what you start” axiom. In Dan John’s words. Meaning the infinite opportunities are a distraction. Just as true with these temp homes: too much to explore and figure out, have to move in and out, stuff is never in the same place. Boo hoo I know. You’re all crying.
Heads up that Mme Awesome’s social endurance far exceeds mine. Mountain biking is usually the only time I see people outside of work, not much of that these days, and how much dialogue do you think there is while riding?
Today we went for a walk in a craggy and cliffy canyon populated with several colossal sized boulders (glad I wasn’t there when those fell), a swift running creek, an alpine meadow, and many lovely aspens. It was probably the first time we’ve purposely walked more than a mile or two so far.
Earlier in the day I had watched a cool “mountain biking in the city” video, and it was the deciding factor for me not driving 2 1/2 hours (round-trip) for some biking. Ergo, back at the place I had fun working on hopping, hoping to eventually be able to hop from boulder to boulder, and then slow turns, bunny hops as best I can, manuals if what I do can even be called one, and plenty of trackstands.
Then I stayed in and got to bed early.

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Keep up the good times. There is no place like home…. no no … the outdoors!