I’ve been a bad, bad blogger again, but hopefully I can get back in the groove after perhaps my longest break from posting since embarking on the crazy roller-coaster ride that is walking-blogging. A lot’s been happening, and this isn’t the time or place to fill you in on all of it: I’m tapping this with my laptop perched atop my, er, lap, in the waiting area of Dallas/Fort Worth International Airport.
My tour of great regional airports of the United States continues apace — a few hours ago I enjoyed 39 minutes of the Washington version after taking off from Albany this afternoon. In an hour I should be watching Texas recede into the rainy night from the comfort of a real aeroplane and a (so far, for me) reassuringly reliable airline beginning with “Q”. I’ll fill you in in a day or two.
Meanwhile, apologies for the eerie silence emanating from Club Mountaingoat, and here’s something to fill the void for the time being. A couple of weeks or more ago, I put together three short collections of pictures commemorating/celebrating the demise of the hardest Winter of my life — or perhaps any life. At the time, a recalcitrant Spring had finally grown a pair and showed Old Man Winter the door: we had a few days of unbelievable, almost Brisbane-like sunny weather, and Kate and I began attacking the daunting expanses of front- and backyard revealing themselves as the snow receded.
I felt reborn, after several periods of gloom and outright depression, probably caused in part by a lack of good old vitamin D; in part by realising I could not be sustained, with little else to fill my days, by dreary trudges along sludgy roadsides to either a good cafe downtown (an 8-mile round trip) or to our bakery/cafe in the strip mall zone (about 7).
Working in the yard has been fantastic, totally reenergising — I was a gardener before I was a hiker, but it’s been a long while. Then, just to keep us guessing, we woke yesterday to find all our hard work freshly buried under another couple of inches of brilliant white! It had melted off by day’s end, and I got some nice shots between stints with mattock, loppers, rake, spade and coffee cup, but that was yet another manifestation of the Weirdest Winter Ever.
I don’t want to jinx us, but I think that’ll be the last snow for a while, at least in the Saratoga lowlands. So here’s the first of those neighbourhood Winter shots, which I think give a good idea of what it was like. See you soon, got a plane to catch…
Back with #2 in a couple of days!
~ And that’s all the Goat wrote