To top it off, a torrential rain beat down on my head. And it was my own fault.
I had split a few rounds here and there during the summer, but on sunny, warm weekends, who wanted to do chores? Not me. Putting it off until nearly November meant that the snow was soon to fall (in fact, some was forecasted the following week). I had no choice.
People sometimes look at my many hiking adventures and express admiration that I can get out so much with a full-time job. What they don't see is that I make choices, and one of them can be neglecting chores. I choose not to have a spotless house, for example. And I end up doing the needed chores at times that aren't quite optimum. Unlike my neighbors T&T, I don't have nicely sorted by size pieces of wood stacked and ready to go by the end of the summer. In fact, I can be sometimes found chopping kindling at dawn during a snowstorm. Sorry, late sleeping neighbors!
|Humblebrag, I split all of the wood in this photo.|
So this weekend wasn't one of beautiful trail runs or hikes. Instead it was..chores. On Saturday I joined a work party to do maintenance at the backcountry ski hut. It wasn't really my idea of a good time to chop MORE wood, and I'm not even a backcountry skier, but the company was good, and we heard wolves howling in close proximity, so that was cool.
I feel like if you use the trails or the amenities, you should give back to them. If you can't physically do trail work, you can donate money to trail maintenance organizations. I've heard people say that our taxes should pay for clear trails. Well, they should. But they don't. I won't go into the tiny budgets for trails that agencies get.
So to sum it up, into every life a few chores must fall. And I'd write more, but the wood is calling.
|Happy hut maintainers|