How to Improve Your Mood: Recovery & Mental Health

How to Improve Your Mood: Recovery & Mental Health This week on I’ve blogged and shared a podcast about the replacement therapy strategy I used during my eating disord…

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It’s winter – so lump it.


Like it or not, winter is here.  I like it because there are NO bugs.  I hate bugs.  These pics are from my first snowshoeing attempt ever.  I’m not a fan of snowshoes, but if they get me into the hills,  I’ll wear the dumb things.  They have a mind of their own.  Read that, I’m a noobie and it shows.


It was a perfect day for it.  Cold and clear.  This is a very popular spot that used to be a ski hill.  We stopped for a snack and started to feel the chill.  So back down the hill we go.


Nice overhang.  There is about 7 feet of snow up here.  My snowshoes were too small, so I sank in a lot.  My companion had an older pair of wooden shoes with evil bindings.  I started out with them, but the ‘bindings’ (loosings is more accurate) soon defeated me so we traded.  What is neat is that 1/2 an hour away there is no snow at all.  My kind of winter.

I’m not ready for this.

Well, there’s the crossing.  Where’s the bridge.  I was promised a dry crossing.  Nope.  Jump (accurately – the target was under water), don’t slip, don’t dawdle, jump again.  We made it to the other side – with wet feet.

Divers Lake is lovely any time of year.  This is the small end – the big end is on the other side of that island.   There were a few hardy souls  camping there.

I love meadows.  And waterfalls.  Don’t forget the waterfalls.  There are none here today.

This little lake is just west of Divers.  We searched for the elusive, warm, food-smell-is-wafting mad trappers cabin that we just knew was secreted here.  No luck.

Someone was definitely hungry, though.

The stream next to the ‘secret’ trail.  I’ve learned that ‘secret’ means that everyone knows, but it hasn’t hit facebook yet.  Some of these secret trails are awfully well-traveled.

Rossiter lake.  That isn’t fog; it’s snow.  By the next morning there was a foot of snow.  I hope those campers made it out, because there’s a steep ‘road’ out of here.

Naw, I’m not ready.  I don’t snowshoe (yet).  I guess the hiking for the season is on hold.  This area gets from 10 – 20′ of snow.  My favorite part of this time of year is that the bug-count is next to zero. :>


I stagger out of bed and it’s still dark.  Banging my toe or some other part of the bod into something immovable and intent on inflicting a wakeup call upon me, I fall down the stairs and make coffee for my love and myself.  Get dressed, fall (again) out the back door and somehow manage to bike into work.  Feel my way to the back gate to unlock it, glance up across Farquarhson’s field, and OH MY GOODNESS.  Like I tell my long-suffering best-friend-wife, I love BEING up early, I hate GETTING up early.  I would have missed this.  This makes me want to be a lot sunnier in the a.m. for Wendy, my mate-for-life.