Hills in the blood.
Decompression is going well. Am tucked in the foothills of Alberta, about thirty minutes east of the Rockies (waved hello), in a little valley around which the storms pass but rarely hover over. Makes for quite the view from the deck. There are puppies and a bar; tomorrow there will be shooting at the range (the gun kind, not the archery kind, though I did try to talk them into that), and Monday there will be riding on the trails.
Missed this. Didn't realize just how much until I was back, but I've missed this place. I love the coast and being in Halifax, but walking in the hills and watching the storms, hearing the hawks and coyotes again, has been something else. The sky's kind of cramped in Nova Scotia.
Coffee's good here, too.