Near Diablo. Scouting. Wind picking up. The hike, roughly seven miles, was complete. Washboard road ripping the van apart one click at a time. Heater running full blast. Last sun highlighting dust-filled gusts. One holiday over, one to go. It can’t end soon enough.
What is the purpose of all this I ask myself, again and again, searching for truth in a world built to hide? The app tells me coms are spotty. Just to push the window I max the range of the drone. Maybe a little near drone death will heighten the experience.
Overseas the new variant, clearly here as well, explodes while Brits flee from ski resorts under the cover of darkness. Don’t fault them. Bond would have done the same thing. Bond was and is a super spreader.
It is easy to look past these last few days but the key is making them count even if that means doing less. These last few days are like a catapult launching a warbird from the deck of a carrier. Little things matter more in these last few moments before the pressure of the next year begins to build.