Late afternoon snowshoeing as the sun went down. As I was in the woods, only me and the dogs, a passage from the book The God of Wild Places by Tony Jones came to mind –

“Years ago, someone taught me to stop my car a block or two after I’ve left my house for a canoe trip, open the door, and let everything that might keep me from peace symbolically pour out of the car and down the drain. It’s my way of leaving the anxieties of my everyday life behind so that I can walk into the wild free of those burdens.”

Words to live by.

Find your adventure, even if it is just a walk to the mailbox; there are already enough people on top of Everest.