The joy of the simple pleasures.
I’ve been gone pretty much every weekend since…well, for a while. 🙂
I love to maximize my outdoor time especially since I am a working stiff. Last weekend, I was gone from Friday until very late Sunday. It was a great trip, but combined with a busy work week (including a deployment that went south and I did not get home until 12:30 AM!!! ) and a busy personal week, and I was rather beat by Friday evening.
For various reasons, I tend to want every weekend to BE VERY FULL. The capital letters are no accident. Somehow I feel as if I am wasting the weekend if I am “just” relaxing.
If the weekend does not involve some off-trail scramble, a lot of skiing or even a remote car camping trip, I feel like the weekend has been wasted.
I realize the silliness of this conceit at times, but I love the outdoors. And I want to be out as much as I can. And if I am just home, sipping coffee and reading? I feel a bit guilty. As if I am squandering an opportunity. Call it many generations of Catholic guilt applied to the outdoors! 😉
Alas, I am only human. As much as I hate to admit it, I need a weekend to recharge the batteries. A chance to relax. And yes, pretty much do nothing. And the kicker? I enjoy it once in a while.
It was not class three scrambling or traversing through snow fields. Or even seeing a riot of colors in a meadow full of wildflowers.
It was relaxing. It was enjoyable. And it was just what we needed.
It is Monday, and I am already craving ANOTHER BIG WEEKEND.
But ending the past weekend while sitting on a deck chair, looking at the foothills and sipping a beer with the Mrs is not bad at all, either.