Winter -> Spring

We've had our first episode of purely enjoyable weather (for me at least) and my appetite for hiking/backpacking/camping has officially been whetted. At this time last year I was busy dealing with events that were a bit more life-altering, so it will be nice to be on the opposite end of the spectrum now. So far I've already got a couple long weekends worked out in my head and I've had my eye on Pictured Rocks, the Smokies, or maybe something completely new...

Still, I'm surprisingly sad to see winter go. I like how the distinct seasons require me to change my lifestyle, hobbies, priorities, and all sorts of other things. I'm not sure if it's an innate enjoyment or just a way to make good out of bad, but whatever - the distinction is irrelevant as long as I'm deriving a benefit. Either way, I will miss watching Quentin burrow and breakdance in the snow - until next year I suppose.


Sad to see you go.