So THIS February saw the beginning of a new approach to this malaise - the geographic cure. We loaded up the dog and various children and roared off to RED RIVER GORGE!! I took my bike, too.
It was sunny, snowy, and, I almost forgot, in a GORGE. Here is the beginning of my ride.
But within five minutes I was climbing this hill up to the Nada Tunnel. I felt like a badass.
I wasn't sure about cycling through the tunnel. I forgot to bring any lights and I'm scared of dark, damp, cave-like structures that can bring death if one meets a Yahoo coming the other way.
I decided to turn around and head back down the hill.
Lovely lovely lovely.
I started up another hill and soon realized that I was not in Red River Gently-Sloping Valley, but Red River GORGE.
It just kept going up. For a mile and a half.
Eventually I got to the top and saw the sign warning me not to poop off a cliff.
You really have to be careful when you're out in the woods.
Here some Sisters of Charity have a house with solar panels and a straw bale addition. They drive Priuses.
This is a neighbor. I think the good sisters could help this family reduce their heating bills.
I rode along the Red River.
And then I was back at the cabin. There was food, warmth, and a hot shower. The Winter Malaise was in retreat.
So true. I must try this.
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