As I sit here writing this, a cold freezing rain has finally stopped falling, leaving that annoying glaze of ice on everything. It doesn’t look so bad, but you know the second you step on it you’re going for a ride.
I don’t mind the snow so much, but freezing rain, sleet, and ice are a whole different ball game. The sound of it hitting the ground sounds fills me with a feeling of dread, of impending doom. Especially if I happen to be driving or hiking.
Anyway, I am officially done with winter. Usually, I don’t care if it hangs around and we get a few more storms than we are used to, but I’ve had it already. The snow and freezing rain can stay away and the cold can stay where it belongs (Canada, eh). We need spring here immediately.
But here’s the point of this post. Here’s the bottom line.
Something always happens every year around this time. The itch returns. It’s kind of like at Christmas where instead of dreams of sugar plums dancing in my head, I start dreaming of hikes and then I start giving my hiking gear the once over. That knowing look that my pack and I will soon be back in the woods, watching spring turn to summer and I spend about twenty minutes going through my day pack to make sure that I have everything that I need. When it dawns on me that I am not going out, disappointment sets in and I put everything back in the pack with the same care as handling a newborn. I know that day will come.
So now I wait. Looking at the weather forecast, I don’t think that winter is done with us and we will get more of the white stuff before we can enjoy spring.
It wasn’t that long ago where I would head out in just about any weather condition. It didn’t matter what the weather was like, I would go hiking. My friend and I even hiked to Anthony’s Nose in the middle of a blizzard about twenty years ago. Needless to say, I do not recommend that.
And then I fractured my ankle last June. Although it has been almost eight months since the fracture and subsequent surgery, I have only been hiking one time. I missed the entire summer, fall and winter days that haven’t been so bad. That has made the itch to get back outside that much worse.
So this year I will wait until the trails are clear. I know it may sound stupid, but I am waiting strictly out of fear. The fear that I may slip and fall again. I have been hiking for about forty years and never worried. Now I do.
Looking at the big picture, however, It’s probably for the best. Until the time comes I can keep unpacking and repacking my day pack.
It’s not stupid to wait…its wise : )
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Thanks for the kind words! I really appreciate it. When I was in the hospital waiting to leave, I really thought that I would be hiking by September 1st!!!! Little did I know that PT would be such a killer and just trying to get back into some kind of hiking shape would be so lengthy. You are correct, however, when you say it is wise to wait. This way I’ll be ready for the spring and summer! Thanks again.
hang in there you’ll be back out there soon and it will be worth the wait. I’m rehabbing from a broken collarbone now, so I can walking but serious hiking is not advisable for a while
Thank you!! I’m thinking sometime in March I’ll actually head out if the weather cooperates. This will give the ankle a little more time plus that extra time riding the stationary bike.