“This as far as I can go,” I said, and slipped the giant backpack off my shoulders and let it fall into the snow.
My husband, Brad, and I were hiking our way to a yurt in the Boise National Forest. This was our first time snowshoeing and hiking with the large backpacking packs. The climb up to the Stargaze Yurt is about 1.4 miles (not bad), but the elevation increase of 550 feet makes for a workout. That, along with the 30 or 40 pounds of food strapped to my back and new snowshoes strapped to my feet, explained my inability to continue on.
We stuck the pack on the side of the path and kept trekking. The yurt wasn’t much further, but was much higher. Brad and I would continue the climb, and then he’d come back for my abandoned pack. What can I say? I am spoiled.
The Idaho Parks and Recreation runs the six yurts that you can rent in the Boise National Forest, though one was unfortunately lost in the forest fires that occurred last summer. The Stargaze Yurt has the highest elevation of all the yurts, sitting atop a rise at 6,569 feet. Quite a view.
It can be difficult to write when there’s no pressing deadline. I promised myself over a month ago that I would write about this topic. Then life happened, as it does, and I found myself thinking about other (more important) things than my top favorite books of 2015. If this post is going to get written, it must be written now. I’ve set myself a new deadline: finish this dang thing before I turn 28. I have four days.
I’m writing this while standing at the countertop in our new kitchen (you never know where inspiration will strike – mine struck while unloading the dishwasher). Betsy is sniffing around, exploring every cabinet that I open, and often finding herself in sticky situations (she somehow got behind an open drawer, and I wasn’t really sure if she’d be able to get out).
Life is EXHAUSTING, y’all.
Don’t you feel that there are just periods of life where you stop and think, “I’m not sure I can handle much more.”
Brad and I spent last weekend in Sun Valley, ID, to celebrate our first anniversary.
It was great to getaway and enjoy the beautiful views of the ski resort town. This past year has been busy. It’s been a year of beginnings. Moving across the country, starting a new job, being unemployed, making new friends… and buying a house.
That’s right. A HOUSE. We bought a house. So I guess we’re staying here.
It seems like all I’ve been doing lately is filling out forms and signing things.
But I’m supposed to keep that all under wraps for a few more days, so I can’t exactly tell you why I’ve been filling out paperwork like it’s my job. Hey, I don’t make the rules for when I can tell you people things. It’s the cats who run the show.
Well, not quite. But this whole “funemployment” thing means I have a lot of free time. Which is why I can now browse the Internet and Pinterest for recipe ideas, compile meal plans, and spend quality time at the grocery store.
I would say I’m becoming quite the professional stay-at-home cat mom.
Brad and I have spent about 12 hours together in the past 5 days, with me spending last weekend in Phoenix and him in Boise this week. A couple of those hours consisted of building a dam out of towels in our apartment. We were about to leave for the airport when it sounded as if the shower had turned itself on. Brad rushed into the bathroom and exclaimed that water was pouring from the ceiling.