by Karen Templeton
Ah…hiking through the wilderness and setting up camp where the mood strikes, sleeping under the stars, peeing in the woods…
That sound you hear would be the screech of the needle being rudely yanked across the record (and if any of you are too young to know what that is, don’t tell me!). But my point is, I’m one of those people for whom “roughing” it means a Motel 6. Or at least a cabin with indoor plumbing. The few times I got sent to camp as a kid I thought I’d been consigned to hell (city girl, here. ‘Nuff said.)
And yet…if I don’t get outside at least once a day, I go nuts. (Also, I get fat. Since if I want to move, I need space in which to do that. And there is being precious little of that in my house, since clearly my kids are never leaving.) But when I go for my walks and gaze up into the vast New Mexico sky, I can feel everything in me sigh with relief, and release, at being able to escape my physical confines for a while. I get infinity at those times, embrace it, give my mental self permission to run around like an excited puppy, exploring and sniffing and simply…being. And as I walk, stress retreats, scenes unsnarl, solutions present themselves. Bliss.
Of course, in the summer if I don’t wish to be fried to a crisp I can only walk before sunrise or after sunset, but that’s okay. I love the stillness of predawn, the chilly breath of juniper bushes as I pass them at night. Most of all, I love that the outdoors is just that — right outside my door, always there, just waiting for me.
Just as I love that indoor plumbing is waiting for me when I get back.
So how about you? Are you an inside or outside person? Or a bit of both? And is anybody else looking forward to fall as much as I am? (Or, in the case of the Aussies among us, spring?)