You know you might have reached a bit of a low when it’s a beautiful summer day and you’re inside watching a woman named Taffee shouting out a dumb answer on Family Feud. But at least that was my cue to shut off the TV and do something more useful–such as write this post–while my little one takes a cat nap on my lap.
After that I’ll plan on taking her out for another walk in the Chariot. Where should we go this time? Back to the bridge? Back to the canoe docks? I’m just about ready to write the guide to the best stroller walks in Banff.
Yep, that’s just the kind of week it has been.
Switchbacks on Pavement
We’re in full-on summer here in the Canadian Rockies. It’s a rare, precious time of year. So short, it can slip through your fingertips if you’re not careful. Normally, I have a don’t-waste-a-beautiful-day kind of policy. Sunshine on the weather network usually means camp, scramble, hike, climb, run or paddle, unless I’m terribly sick. A call for rain indicates only a change in expectation of what I’ll see while I’m out on the trail. But so far this summer, I’ve done more switchbacks on the pavement trying to keep my 4-month-old content (Keep moving or I’ll cry!) than I have up a mountainside. The mountains for me feel like a distant friend, like someone you see through a crowd but just can’t get to to say ‘hello’ (and it has been forever).
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