So, I have the conflicted relationship with sleeping in. Part of me likes sleep and part of me likes to get up because there are things I need to and even want to do. But, unless I am sick, really sick, not just a cold, I always feel guilty about sleeping in. Today was not an exception. After I get up, I consider what I am going to do on this cloudless, sunny day in Utah. I could find a hike. I could go for a drive. I could go swimming in the lake. But really, I feel like reading. I picked up a fiction novel in the JFK airport during my layover and I started reading it on the plane. My mind keeps running through all the excuses to spend the day reading: the book is really good, it is fiction and I haven't read fiction in a while, people have been telling me my itinerary is jammed packed with activity already, I deserve a break? I deserve to relax? Do I even know the meaning of this word? Isn't "relax" just another way to say "lazy"? Have I ever actually relaxed and not felt guilty about it? Yes, I have, exactly one time in my life. I actually went somewhere to relax exactly once, my honeymoon. But that's a once in a lifetime thing.
|The road "off property"|
When Becki got home from work, we went on a short hike, the Pedestals hike. Becki drove us "off property" and on this side road, a shortcut to some areas east of here. The road turned into fine, dirt and there was a small, temporary creek running across it. I guess the proper term is a "wash". Becki gets out of the car and inspects the level of water. "Its too high, I don't think I can cross over. I wish we had brought the truck." I guess the thunderstorm yesterday made things a little wet in surprising places. Turns out, the trailhead was actually behind us already, we had passed it.
|A Meteor Over Bullfrog|
|The Night Sky at 3am|