One of my main passions in life is the outdoors.
The outdoors is where I seek solace. And where I do most of my important thinking. It is where I am most content.
This weekend was no different.
I went tot the mountains.
And it is where I went to think. To enjoy the beauty. And perhaps come to some conclusions.
The chosen place was relatively local. A version of the Kenosha traverse was done. One I had done before.
Except it was the tail end of fall.
The weather was a bit crisper.
The leaves still had some color.
I made my way up the snow covered trail and reached a meadow.
The meadow was soon left as I made my way cross-country up to the ridge of the Kenosha mountains.
The air was cool and the air was breezy. I had the ridge to myself.
I made my way along. Making the miles as I was lost in thought.
These rounded, gentle summits are conducive to this type of hiking.
I could simply walk. And take it all in.
Camp was made on the ridge. A mountain sunset was enjoyed as I settled in for the evening.
Night came and went. I made my way back down to the trail.
The last bit of this brief, but beautiful, season was enjoyed.
I drove back home.
The outdoors will be there when I again need time to think. Or even just to enjoy. Or marvel at the beauty.
But, above else, to simply be content and feel at peace.