In my previous life, which included a previous blog, there was a jump moment. The economy crashed, jobs, savings, and investments disappeared like smoke, and there came that call to jump - a time and place where you must decide which way to go.
The problem with forks in the road is that they can lead to knives or they can lead to spoons. But I jumped, not knowing what kind of silverware lay ahead, and from that moment emerged a year of adventures, a successful blog that had its own life for a few years, and many memories (some good, some I'd like to forget).
Jump moments are a part of life; sometimes they're hops-over-the-crack-in-the sidewalk, and sometimes they're more like get-a-running-start-and-hope-you-can-grab-the-edge-of-the- crevasse...
Life threw us a jump moment this weekend, and we're backing up for that running start. I've been told that resilient, adaptable people do well in the outdoors. I've decided that in actuality it's that people who live the outdoor life are better at adapting. The unexpected avalanche, the surprise wildlife, the unanticipated newbie with injuries- the outdoorsperson encounters all kinds of jump/leap/hop/run moments and the experience of living in nature helps us cope with the unexpected.
Sully and I have had our share of adaptability training in the outdoors. We'll survive another jump moment, not knowing what lies ahead, and await the adventures to come...
