We moved to Wyoming a year ago this week. An entire year! We moved during one of the worst winters (out here, anyway) in recent memory. (Of course.) This winter has been a breeze so far.
I know it’s only the end of January, but, but…
There’s a smidge of snow in the yard. That’s it. Not even a smidge. More like a micro-smidge. We’ll get more, but still. I CAN WALK THE DOG WITHOUT WALKING THROUGH TWO FEET OF SNOW, PRAISE JESUS AND ALL THE SAINTS.
We now live in a town with a desert climate, according to Wikipedia. If it means mild winters like this one, I’ll take it. I’ll take the melt-your-face-off heat in the summer if it means mild winters. Not huddling under two blankets in pajamas all day really improves a person’s disposition, lemme tell ya.
Every place has its pros and cons, and I won’t lie and say it’s perfect here. Nowhere is perfect. (Except maybe Versailles. And if it isn’t perfect, don’t tell me and ruin the image in my head.)
But we’ve still got big plans for life out here. This spring and summer we’re going hiking in the mountains. (Which is why I’m currently on a diet. My chubby butt won’t make it up a mountain without a ski lift and a pair of yaks at this point.) Yellowstone is about 70 miles from here and I plan on going back there, too. Repeatedly.
And, mark my words, I will backcountry hike in the mountains. I mean it. I shall sleep in a tent, in the mountains. I’ll probably be awake all night, imagining that every noise is a bear intent on dismembering me and spreading my liver on water crackers, but I’m gonna do it. If not this year, then next year.
It’s good to have goals, right? Right.
See you later!