|Cool house in Field, Canada, in Yoho National Park|
It's been stormy and rainy and almost feels like an early autumn. The tent camper across the river has moved on, and my brother arrived this afternoon to petsit for me while I'm gone.
|Autumn on the flanks of Mt. Sneffels in Colorado's San Juan Mountains|
He, in his infinite patience, said that would be a nice trip, but why not Alaska? I told him I'd been having trouble sleeping ever since I'd decided to go.
Of course, we had to analyze this, and it came down to the fact that I don't find sleeping in my car very comfortable, nor do I relish the thought of driving so many miles (3200 one way).
But none of this really made sense, as I've never let a few miles or mere hardships stop me before, so, in true amateur shrink fashion, we delved further into my lack of confidence.
There was a time (not all that long ago) when I never questioned anything that had to do with possible adventure. But it seems that after fracturing several vertebrae two years ago my confidence has taken a beating, and perhaps rightfully so.
And so, maybe I really need to take this trip just to prove to myself I'm still kicking, though some days I'm not sure I really am.
In any case, I'm heading out on the road less gravelled. Happy trails until we meet again.