We took a hike along the Little Wilson again to do some climbing. It’s been cold and drizzly for the past few days, so when we got two days of sun in a row, it seemed like a good time to get out on the rock.
I took all four kids–yes, four. My nephew, who came down with his brother, parents, and grandparents last week for a visit, stayed on for an additional week. It’s been fun introducing him to our neck of the woods.
In all honesty, it’s just my oldest boy and I who are climbing these days. My middle boy seems turned off–for the time being only, I hope–and my youngest harnessed up for a climb today, but didn’t feel like pushing past the first couple of hard moves. Instead, she went exploring and even braved the chilly waters for a dip in the swimming hole.
I know, I know: not a whole lot to report today, and no new paradigm-shifting insights. Just a laid-back day of hiking, climbing, and exploring in the woods.
And I can’t think of anything better that I could have done with this day.
I think I’m still in that mode where all of this still seems like vacation. Slowly, though, it is dawning on me that I really am living a new version of my everyday life.
So what did I do to live just a little more simply today? I can’t think of one single thing. But I do feel that I am starting to gain a perspective on just what “living simply” might mean up here in the mountains.
Oh yeah. “The road to Shambala….”