Some feeling of independence

While chopping firewood the other day I had this thought:

Firewood

For many years I sailed.  My last sailboat was the U.S. documented vessel “38 Special”, a vintage 1960’s 38 foot sloop designed and built by Ted Irwin.  She was well found, fast and beautiful.

My dog and I enjoyed many days of extended cruising.  I found that shortly after loosing the sight of land, life became simple!  I enjoyed the silence, the gentle motion of the ocean and the independence of being able to navigate the world’s oceans using just the power that nature herself provides – the wind.  The satisfaction and pride of being able to go where I pleased using absolutely no engine at all was fantastic.

Now here I am living in the mountains on the edge of the National Forest surrounded by a different mother nature.  Beauty is everywhere.  Other than the rustle of wind in the trees or occasional sound of wildlife, the silence ever present (bar the mail delivery vehicle once a day).  I walk into the forest and loose myself for hours and enjoy a peacefulness not entirely unlike that of sailing upon an ocean with nothing but water in sight.

It’s winter.  We usually don’t have extreme cold here where I am but I still have to heat the house for a couple months in the winter.  These days I’m heating with firewood in a furnace located in the basement.  I find the exercise of chopping and splitting firewood to be healthy and invigorating.  More than this I find the whole process to be rewarding.  I feel the independence and satisfaction of being less dependent upon being “on the grid” to be similar to sailing.

Each time I chop wood (yes, I use a chainsaw and log splitter most of the time) I think about NOT buying propane for the “other” furnace.  It makes me smile and feel a bit more independent . . . not unlike being miles from the world in the middle of an ocean.

Life is good here in the mountains.

Ha! Fooled ya.

Just so there is at least one additional entry, here’s an update.
I’m going to thanksgiving dinner at a neighbor’s. yeah, I know it’s December 7th.
Hey, they invited me and who am I to turn down a free meal.
I hope it’s turkey.

I had this thought while soaking in the tub awhile ago

So, I was soaking in the bathtub a little while ago (something I do regularly during the cooler months) and it occurred to me that I should start keeping a journal. You see, a close friend had a heart attack this week. He was fortunate to be somewhere an ambulance could get to him quickly enough to minimize the damage. Also, he was able to call his wife and talk about what was going on which helped him to make the decision to dial 911. He’s going to be ok.
I thought about this in the context of my life. I have a great life. I live alone with my dog and can sleep in or not, go hiking, go for a motorcycle ride or just sit and read a book pretty much whenever I wish. I don’t have to work and I don’t even have to leave the house if I don’t want to. Life is good. I mean really good!
But, sooner or later Scratch is gonna come collect that debt I owe him and thats ok. What worries me is just where I might be when that happens. What will my dog do? I mean, some days we hike miles into the forest. There isn’t any cellphone service in much of the forest. The same goes for the motorcycle rides we go on. Cell coverage is sparse in the mountains. Who is going to know? What will become of the dog?
So maybe I should write a journal or at least a note from time to time about where I am and what I’m doing. Bread crumbs tend to disappear.
I have this website. I might as well use it. It’s easy enough to write a post from a smart phone or tablet. I should post my journal here!
Now, you who know me really well are thinking “we won’t see another post in months if not years” and you are probably right. At least you know I’m alive and well now.
We’ll see what tomorrow brings.
Peace out Y’all.

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