I’m drinking hot coffee from a sunny vantage point in the otherwise empty day use area. I deliberately parked my black Mazda in the sunniest spot I saw. I got a short hike in, steeper than I remembered from last time, and great for warming up.

See, the thing is, it was below 40° F (around 4° C), and I woke feeling a bit cold (if nothing else, aware that the temperature had dropped notably) shortly after dawn. I got up feeling stiff, and colder still after walking to the restroom and back. I considered going back to bed, but made coffee instead.

A little bird enjoying the sunshine.

I sit with my thoughts in the sunshine. I’m warm through now, and eager to begin the day. Three things on my list today: pack up camp, get another hike in, and get safely home. Now I’m thinking noodles and a tin of smoked salmon might be a good way to “begin” the morning. My experience here has been quite rich and even profound or illuminating in spots. It’s also been nothing like I planned.

At this point, my legs ache from walking the steep winding trails, even without camping at a more distant hike-in site. My neck and back ache, more from my arthritis itself than from the drop in temperature or the rain that seems very likely. My tinnitus is loud. Ah, but I’ve taken steps to manage my pain, and later today I’ll return home.

…omg, the packing…

I sigh to myself. There are now hikers on the trail visible to me. I’m not interested in conversations with strangers this morning. lol I sip my coffee and consider the packing. I’ll use the opportunity to toss out items that have exceeded their approved shelf life, and finish the trip more organized than when I began it.

…I feel like I could go back to sleep…

I’m glad I prepared for likely deviations from my original plan. The outcome ended up being just what I wanted. Now it’s time to begin again.