I need you so much closer

so it is raining here in calgary. torrentially raining. and the best part is, the weather had been beautiful until I got here.

but really, it's not so bad. rain just makes me really sleepy.

all this thunderstorming gave birth to some questions. why is lightning zig-zagged? you'd think that if it was trying to make its path the quickest one to the ground, it would shoot straight down like a laser. and is it possible to outrun lightning? can you dodge it?

I found the family cookbook I had wanted from the reunion last year. I think I might pull a Julie and cook my way through the hallowed family recipes.

I noticed the other day that every forest has a unique smell. the forests in poland tend to be sweeter, with more of a cedar taste to them. the ones here in banff are bold, cold, fresh pine that stings your nostrils when you breathe it in. Sequoia has a lighter touch, a softer smell of aging wood. The deciduous forests in California are more loamy, thicker. Each one is unique, kinda like a fingerprint.

I am stoked to head out to the farm and get in some good fishing. (I don't even really like eating jackfish, but it's the sport that counts, I suppose.)

I guess you could say that this is my real holiday. the previous chapter of this summer was more of a mix of the two. this is pure, unadulterated, simple being completely unproductive to society. I love it. I love the thoughts that run through your head on a 10 hour hike, when you're la-dee-da-ing through the forest with nothing to entertain you but your own musings.