I’m not sure if the modern psychotherapy industry has a term to describe my condition so to be on the safe side I went ahead and made one up in case they don’t. What’s wrong with me, you ask? Well personally I say nothing, but some of you who consider yourselves to be more rational than I may beg to differ. It’s almost four O’clock in the morning, or in other words 4 a.m. A portion of you believe this to be very late at night, others consider it very early in the morning and a segment of my readers may have just made the decision that I am indeed crazy to suggest that 4:00 happens twice each day. Before you rush to judgment, let's go on a journey deep into the dark recesses of the mind of an individual who loves the outdoors in all seasons.
This journey is not for the faint of heart. Please make sure you bring extra flashlight batteries and let’s all try to stay together. Remember it’s the antelope that gets too far away from the herd that gets eaten by the wolves.
It about -5 degrees outside with a 20 mph wind out of the Northwest, I’ve just come back inside from blowing the snow out of my driveway and I feel great. I feel like I’ve accomplished something for the day. Even if nothing else good happens today, and nothing else I do has any positive effect on humanity for myself personally or society at large I will rest my head on the pillow tonight with a sense of accomplishment.
I got up while it was still dark out. Dressed in clothing warm enough to keep me completely comfortable in these temperatures, I spent about an hour outside in an environment that is incredibly hostile to the human frame. There wasn’t an emergency that required me to do this, and yet I now know that had there been an emergency I was and am prepared for it. The knowledge that I could venture out into such an environment, do what needed to be done and return safely is incredibly satisfying to me.