It did occur to me the other day that my tastes in nature have come full circle. It was sort of an epiphany. Growing up, I was more of a child of the mountains. I know I wrote about that once before. We never went to the beach. We went camping, in the mountains. Summer after summer after summer. In recent years I migrated to the ocean, making regular pilgrimages to San Francisco to explore the coastlines. And they were great, and they restored me. And I needed that.
In recent months I've diverted my attentions back to the mountains, and the forests. Auburn State Recreation Area, Sugar Pine Mountain, Griffith Quarry, Empire Mine, and on and on. Perhaps it was influenced by all those hours playing Minecraft, exploring mountainsides. But no, there were coastlines there too. But it's been refreshing, smelling the fresh pine-scented air again. Just the smell of it brings back fond memories.
Tomorrow Connor and I will try another place around Colfax or Auburn. Because he wanted to go hiking in a "forest" with me. After our successful trip this past Monday to Griffith Quarry. I'm sure it will be delightfully brisk and clean, after winter finally arrived today to wash a bit of the dryness away, and now threatens to dump some snow across the Sierras next week.
You know what it is? It's the driving distance. It's a lot closer to get to the mountains from here than the coast. And the idea of spending less time in the car and more in nature has been appealing. It's just the economy of it all, I suppose.
In any case, if nothing else, variety is good. The 'spice' of life and all that. And hey, Happy New Year. Three weeks late. Well, better late than never.
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