frosty

Walked in even colder weather this morning. Our route was not as exposed to wind and had more interesting features, so I didn’t feel as cold.

We got a little lost and finally found ourselves at Abrams Pond. D knew how to get back from there. A lovely two hour walk on the last morning of the year.

I was monitoring the sensations of being cold, lost, interested, intrigued, curious, surprised (almost annoyed) by not being where I thought I was, unlost, and home.

Walking is a way to get to a different place, but also a way to get back to where you were.

Walking stories are this blog’s primary content for now. Weird. Unsettled. Something might happen.

Favorite forest photos:

little birch forest

frosty trail looking east