36 degrees is what the thermometer read the other morning at 5:45am when I went to walk Finn. I wonder when the first frost will come? Knowing Colorado the first frost will be skipped and the first foot of snow will be laid out like a Christmas table cloth.
To fill my solitary time I have been creating, climbing, and reading. Last weekend I built Finn a dog house which he does not use. Hopefully the first snow storm will usher him into the new abode. Yesterday I put in a flagstone walk way which cuts through the front lawn. This should eliminate the pounds of mud we track into the house during the winter.
The book I am almost finished with is called "In Search of Snow" by Louis Alberto Urrea. It is a quick read but the story is lacking some depth and connection. I am almost finished so the full critique is yet to come.
The climbing season is upon us. The air is cooling, creating that crisp friction all climbers love. The pictures below show a new project I started last weekend. Its an 11a mixed sport and gear route, thin, slightly overhanging, and difficult. I fell about 10ft at the crux of the climb...hopefully its a low gravity day the next time I am up there.
Cara is gone another 3 weeks leaving me time to build who knows what? Maybe we'll have a new house, closet organizer, or spice rack? Our lives are quite the opposite right now. She is in a giant costal port town, riding buses, a single face in the splash of urbanites and city goers. I walk early mornings in complete silence. 5:45am with Finn, it is dark, sometimes spooky when there is Bear poop in the road. I work amongst a glacier carved valley, climb stone pillars after school, and return to home among my cow and horse neighbors.
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