Good Day

Huffing and puffing and bitching at my bum leg that is taking way too long to mend (at least in my mind), I keep my chin tucked while marching up the mountain. Physical therapy at its best. Screw that room full of antiseptic stench and therapists who uncomfortably touch me. I can stretch what needs to be stretched and exercise what needs to be exercised without smelling mothballs, bad breath, sour feet and questioning the hygeine of who last sprawled on the equipment they ask me to lay across. Doc told me to let pain be my guide...so, bring it on!

Retreat

Trudging through the deepening snow, I recognize it is now about 6" deep where it was  about 4" when I started. The temperature is in the 20's with my moustache icing up as I work my way up the canyon. The blue sky is cloudless after the overnight snowstorm and the sun is just hitting the mountain tops. It's a beautiful morning and my trek up the canyon has been peaceful with my footfalls silenced by the snow. Suddenly, I notice a lot of activity.

The unblemished blanket of snow is all tracked up and I look up to see something just above me on the slope.

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