How do you pick little charms to represent yourself, your life, your hobbies, interests? How do you narrow down a theme to get to the goal? Do you have a goal? If I pick all the little charms I like, it ends up being a jumbled disjointed mess. Nothing matches, pieces are seemingly random, there isn’t a coherent thought and its all tossed together like a junk drawer. Something are probably usefully but can you get to them through the things that are not.



We bought and indoor bike. Not a Peloton, but one with classes, mountain bike courses, guided tours, and all the other non cycling stuff. I was skeptical because in the past all home workout equipment has become a clothes rack. We set it up yesterday. It is a room that stores our camping gear and workout stuff. No clothes, no distractions, just workout stuff. I’ve been working out in the room since we moved in, yoga, barre, hiit and body weight stuff.

Today I took my first ride. The seat is awful. I will not be surprised if i have bruises tomorrow. I’m sure it was meant for spin class, which is the less interesting part of the bike. We bought a new seat. The ride itself was fun. I just did a beginner ride, only 17 minutes, nothing intense. And it was a cute little trip in the snow in Alaska with sled dogs. Once we get the better seat I’ll try longer rides, but this went by pretty quickly. It was nice to have something to look at that matched the inclines and terrain.

I probably won’t become a spin class type person but I am looking forward to doing another ride. Maybe eventually we’ll get real bikes.



Day 4 – today on the hottest day of our stay, I went on a hike. Alone. I’m probably mid day through. Sitting at a small plaque for aboriginal soldiers lost in war. Until now I’ve seen only a handful of people and one bird. But as I get close to the war memorial at the bottom of the trial, the sound of people is increasing. The good thing is they are heading the opposite direction.

Being as it is the hottest day of our stay here I definitely ubered to the top to hike down instead if starting at the bottom and going up and back. Good thing too because I forgot my bottle in my room.

I also finished Ali Wong’s Dear Girls, which has an afterward by her husband. Both the book and the afterward gave me feelings. So I’m sitting here, at this memorial, trying to quietly make sense of my thoughts. So far it’s not working.