Adaptability
Nothing is happening, except I'm still unwinding from my winter travels. It's like I live in two different worlds: my winter world of solitude, where I do what I feel like doing, eat and sleep whenever the mood strikes me, and have to please no one but myself. Normally, I would stay at Storrie Lake State Park in New Mexico for a week or so, while returning to Denver, acclimatizing myself to the increased elevation of Las Vegas, New Mexico, and getting back on an eating and sleeping schedule again.
Then, sometime in May, I'm back in Denver living with my family again and adjusting my life to having TVs playing, kids running around the living room with their friends, eating and sleeping on a schedule, and the shock of being around other people. By contrast, in the winter, I'm mostly alone.
It was made more difficult this time because I was in a hurry to get back to Denver. I only spent one night at Storrie Lake State Park, so I had no opportunity to slowly ease into my Summer life. It seemed like one minute I was hanging around the peace and solitude of the City of Rocks State Park, and suddenly, I was back in Denver, a mile high, trying to act like a normal human being again.
Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy being around my family and look forward to it, so that's not the problem. The problem is the difference between my two lifestyles: winter and summer. It's not that one is better than the other; it's the difference between them that takes some getting used to.
theboondork…. Adaptability is the hallmark of a happy boondocker.
I know that I saved some pictures from my winter travels to use in my blog when I didn't have any new summer pictures to show. I just didn't realize I would be showing Winter pictures this soon. But at the moment, I'm not doing anything Interesting enough to take pictures of.
Winter picture of a male and female Sandhill crane at the Bosque Del Apache.
The morning sun fights the clouds as it tries to light the horizon at Elephant Butte State Park.
The sun sets at the Bosque Del Apache, and the last feeding cranes try to return home before dark.
I blame myself for the lack of current pictures. I should’ve taken more time to get used to the altitude. Then, I would’ve been more energetic and felt like getting out and doing things that were picture-worthy.