I'm ashamed to say that it's been over a month since I left my confines. (Is there a support group for this?)
I was going about my usual day of ordinary tasks when I snapped out of my robotic trance long enough to notice how incredibly perfect the weather was and ask myself why I was wasting it in my own yard. Noting that it was already 10:30am, I wrote off the day as another stupidly missed opportunity. But, any enthusiasm I might have had for the mundane was now over and after kicking rocks (and myself)
for another 20 minutes, I decided that some
hiking was better than no
hiking, so I dusted off my pack, filled up with water, tossed in a package of Pop Tarts (I know, right? I should go to the store.)
and headed to the Supes for a quick spin around my well worn route, which I call "I-neglected-to-plan-ahead-for-something-else".
I was hiking out of the horse lot by 11:45am.
Since this isn't a very long hike, I did some extra exploring and climbed up some ridges along the way for alternative views. It was such a pleasant temperature, even in the sun, that I never once broke a sweat. I didn't see a single person the whole time and there were only 5 cars in the trailhead lot and 3 at the Crosscut when I drove out, so I'm betting that a lot of other folks were probably kicking themselves, too. 75 degrees in the middle of May? Who'd have thought?
With my attitude properly tuned up, I was back home with a shovel in my hand by 3pm. They'll never even know I was gone (except for the smile on my face )