If i dont get out this city soon and get into the woods, i'm going to start firebombing things.
so yes, a winter camp out is on my agenda. I hope to take the truck WAY up a certain decommissioned logging road, and get to the end of the old cutblocks. I will set up a camp, and build a fire, a fire so hot that the white ashes will cook my dinners in the dutch oven while i hike and explore.
Last winter i shared the silence and the massive snowflakes with a brilliant red Jay bird that danced about the snow and onto my outstretched hand to grab the crusty bread i offered, a cougar that circled my camp for two nights and days, before finally sitting 20 feet away in the snow, purring, and finally snatching up the chunk of fire cooked beef i threw, , many chipmunks and their antic and chatters, , and a HUGE eagle that soared over the river. The silence was utterly deafening. I experienced many emotions, and the sound of my heart and breathing scared the crap out of me. Hours of staring into the campfire passed, broken only by the snap and crackle of the wood.
I felt sick when i returned to Vancouver, and have felt sick ever since.
I need to get out of here. I'm honestly going nuts living in the city.