In the spirit of living in the present (and giving into the inevitable), I did my best to embrace being back home from Maui today, even if I was suffering from a 65 degree drop in temperature. It was 17 F and the sun hadn't quite made it over the mountains when I forced myself out of the hot tub and left the house just before noon this morning to go snowshoeing.
It really was quite beautiful, and I was delighted to find that the swamp on the trail behind our house had finally frozen over so I could snowshoe farther than I could when I went out a month or so ago. One little creek was still running, but it was contained in its frozen boundaries. I thought the skim of ice on its surface was quite lovely.
Despite the sunny day, I'm still bemoaning being home. Below are the last selfie I took in Hawaii and the one I took today. One of those silly Facebook quizzes informed me that my happy place is someplace like Maui or the Virgin Islands - sunny, warm, and breezy. In which of these photos do I look happier?
What I really can't figure out is personal temperature control. My torso was too warm with three light layer that were soaked through by the end of four miles, but my arse and thighs were frozen. It just doesn't make sense that the parts of me with the most insulation would get the coldest. As soon as I got home I headed to Prospector for a new pair of snowpants, and then came home and crawled back into the hot tub. It's good to be home...right?
