For a person like me who loves nature and lives in the mountains, it is possible to pretend that all of that outside stuff isn't really happening. So, despite the world's issues, I choose my closed little world some days, seizing the wintry days. I can ride my fat bike so many beautiful places - it keeps me happy in the winter.
During my fat bike rides, I often pass a rusted out vehicle that sits next to a dirt road near me. People say it's a Model T although I don't know that for sure. If it is, it might have been sitting in this spot for close to a century - through at least one world war and many smaller wars. I find myself wondering how it came to be sitting in this spot. Did the engine die in this very place and the driver just walked away from it? Or did it slide off the road and get stuck in this spot? How many winter storms has it sat through? When did someone shoot at it, leaving all the bullet holes in the driver's side door?
I also love having so much open space that I can have Shyla by my side for many of my fat bike rides. Our stops for play are a highlight of my days.
I think that she loves it too. She runs with such exuberance!
I know that it sounds simplistic but that's how I'm coping with the world's turmoil these days. Most days, it's enough for me to find peace in our mountains and spend time with our pure-hearted dogs.