It’s that time of the year again; Christmas, when you pack your shit and head up north to grow fat and useless due to the feeder tendencies that kick in with all the relatives. Thankfully the the mountains are here to provide both some fun and some exercise. The mountains are the thing that I miss most when I live in the city. Considering moving up to the cabin for a month or two this summer, would be a nice experience. Long walks, fishing and hunting, getting some use out of the camera. Mmm, sweet wilderness. Dear gods, how I miss the mountains. The best feature of the icy cold north. Well, I say icy cold north, but right now there is no cold, though plenty of ice. Everything is slippery as fuck. I miss proper winters, when the temperature hits 20-30 below zero and you get 4-5 meters of snow. It sounds weird, but I actually miss having to dig out my cabin during winter. Nostalgia? What is this? Am I getting old? Nah, I doubt it.
Maybe it’s time to start heading to the mountains again this spring, even if I’m down south. It’s not the same, but they’ve got some nice places there too.
The perfect day right now would be a long trek across the mountains, then some whiskey and fish fried over coals, while the dog sleeps by my feet. Spending three days at the cabin was marvelous and I got some good photos from it. I think it is the fact that there is no stress up at the mountains that appeal right now, time has no meaning and you can just do what needs to be done and go about your business as you please, there is nothing that you have to do and nothing that you have to make on time, save running to the outhouse when you’ve eaten some suspicious berries and the like. Though, who cares about the outhouse when you’re up there? The world is your outhouse and leaves your toilet paper.
Fuck, I think I’m turning into a mountain man again. Must have been living in the city for too long, is my guess.
Time to get that hunting licence and leave civilization behind for a while, time for the simple and rewarding life.
But, if not for the mountains, I’m getting a bit tired of this place. Just on schedule, been here a week now, it usually sets in at around that time. People everywhere and no time to just relax and be alone with oneself. And no, I don’t mean jerking of, get your mind out of the gutter. Filthy people… What would God think of this? You should be ashamed of yourselves. Say ten hail Mary’s and drink some whiskey, then God will forgive. God will, but Jesus will not. Eh, I have no idea where I am going with this and what I’m on about. If you need some answers to this, dress up as a choirboy and go see your trusted neighborhood catholic priest.
Nature is a blessing and I miss accepted stinky scruffiness, mud and the lack of public transportation. The city might be filled with stuff to do, but sometimes, sometimes you just want to do abso-fucking-lutely nothing. This restlessness to do nothing, it is glorious. If I could get some decent internet connections at my cabin, I’d pack my shit up and move there to finish writing my thesis. Maybe I should move to Alaska and live with the bears. Mmm, bears… I wanna pick a fight with a bear. OK, maybe the restlessness is getting the better of me.
If there is no communication for a while, assume that I’ve either gone crazy for want of something to do or that I’ve been eaten by a bear or a bobcat. Dear gods, I hope it’s not a bobcat. That would be embarrassing…
Smoke, coffee, whiskey and a roaring fire up north, being a bastard is great.