You can’t really tell from this photograph, but those rolling hills are mountains. Taking this photo at night, about an hour and a half into the Rocky Mountains and away from my new home in Denver, and it felt like any other night I’ve laid in the duff and pine needles to take a long-exposure picture. I’ve done that at least a million times in the Boundary Waters in northern Minnesota.
The pines smelled sweet and the late-summer night air was chilly up in the mountains — no surprise there. But my bones were a little more tired than usual after just a eight-mile hike in — probably because of the 1,500-foot climb the photo doesn’t show. And finding water was a little trickier too. Who knew people camped away from lakes?
What I’m trying say, I guess, is that the whole experience was just different enough from what I’m used to that I had to think more consciously about my surroundings.
And so the rest of life is. One of these days I’ll remember to swipe my metro pass every time I get on the train, or remember that little quirk with the new CMS, or hit record before I start the interview. On the other hand, new tests are the most rewarding. Ever filed a web story and radio spots in 30 minutes? Neither had I, until recently.
I’m sure in a few months I’ll be a lot more comfortable with those things. But there’s always something new to learn. Challenges, and the sweet mountain air, keep life fresh.