Lately I've seem to have lost my motivation to travel like I used to. Things aren't the same anymore. Everywhere I go it is "Do I need to wear a mask?" Now there is all this civil unrest going on. Not that I ever went into big cites before if I could avoid doing so but now why even consider going anywhere? When I have to be wary of people due to a pandemic virus or wanton behavior why even bother to travel in the first place? The longer we are here outside of Sisters, Oregon isolated from all the madness going on the more appealing staying put seems to be.
The forest all around us for miles is a virtual graveyard of bones scattered about.
Everywhere I hike there are bones.
The deer population is getting hit hard by predators it seems.
I've not seen one deer nor any tracks in the two weeks we've been here. I haven't seen any predators either except for a cute little tortoiseshell cat chasing squirrels, chipmunks and lizards.
There is nothing better for this mental malady of mine than a walk in the woods even though death lies all around where I walk.