Sometimes the only useful thing to do is to drive to some woods just far enough away where I can’t hear the roads where I can look up at the trees and let their snowy branches graze my head protecting me from all the suffering I could give rise to by all the stories I could write from all the thoughts I could obsess about. Sometimes I need that soothing combination of science and magic that happens when I exert myself in the forest, allowing me to feel whats real without adding gasoline to the fire already raging in my heart.
Revisited Bear Brook State Park with Seven last week. We did a four hour loop attempting to follow my really bad map managing to not get lost. We saw a total of two people, both on snowmobiles. We saw big tracks…deer or maybe even moose. We saw lots of bunny tracks that ended at trees as if the tree just swallowed them.
Seven calls the Arboretum an appetizer. It’s an incredible resource that I live so close to but it’s not the forest. But when I only have a couple hours and need nature, it is there and it is beautiful and expansive. 5e and I hit it last week. I’m going back to get in some last skiing before the snow all melts away.