Midwestern Wanderlog

2016-07-11 – Forgetful and frantic

There are days when I can’t believe how vapor brained I really am.  Just really feather-headed.  I stayed up extremely late last night reading the new book I picked up.  (We headed up north to pick up the chainsaw bear that Jerry commissioned a few months back, and one of the places we stopped was a bookstore.)  Well, I was so tired when I got up this morning, and so distracted by seeing two people heading up the stairs ahead of me, that I left the tripod in the pickup in my haste to get up to the overlook ahead of them!

Sunrise Stats!
First light: 5:01 AM
Sunrise: 5:37 AM
Daylight: 16 hrs, 30 min

I was about halfway up the goat trail when I realized the fact and had to rush back down a trail I always swore I would never, ever walk down, only up.  Down is so much scarier than climbing.  For one thing, your weight is upright instead of leaning into the hill.  And for another, if your feet skid on the way down, you’re going to land on your backside, not your hands, and it’s a longer fall.

How could I have been so forgetful?  The tripod is always tucked under my arm, how I could I possibly overlook the fact I wasn’t carrying it?

And I might be in better shape than I was at the beginning of the year, but I obviously still have a ways to go, considering the stitch in my side and my rubbery legs once I had climbed the goat trail and rejoined the regular prairie trail along the topline of the ridge.

And even more irritating, I missed the most intense color – which started showing by the time I got back to the pickup.

I did capture some of it.  But if I just hadn’t gotten mentally sidetracked by the possibility that someone might grab “my” spot on the overlook, and rushed to get there ahead of them.


On the other hand, I suppose if I were in the shape I’d been in at the beginning of the year, I wouldn’t have captured any of the color at all, and might just have missed the sunrise itself!  Silver lining, right?  And I’m reminded of the old saying, “Good judgement comes from experience.  And experience comes from poor judgement.”

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