A change is in the air. The mornings are cold (17F this morning to be precise), there is frost on my car, and occasionally I see snowflakes drifting lazily from the sky. The Wood River Valley is turning the corner from fall to winter.
I am nursing a suffering IT band on my left leg, so training for next week’s 8 mile trail race in Rhode Island is out of the question. I’m trying to not be frustrated. It’s hard. I bundled up my angsty self and took a long walk along the river.
I am thankful that from the front door of House Bella I can hike along the river, climb mountains, or cycle on the rail trail without having to get in a car. It’s one of the reasons House Bella is so perfect to me.
The edges of the river are laced with a thin sheet of ice and scattered leaves.
All of the cottonwood trees along the bank have dropped their leaves. After crunching along on them for over an hour, I finally thought to bend down a pick up a few. My brain, relaxed from the cold and the sound the river, started scheming up a craft project.
I saw one person out and about on the river with me, walking her blind giant schnauzer. Minutes after passing her I disrupted two large mule deer on the side the the trail. They noisily bounced away from me and I smiled behind them.
Pretty soon my river trails will be covered in snow and the experience along the water will be different, even quieter. As I walked I thought about how thankful I am for where I live, for my legs that ably carry me wherever I ask them to (even if they aren’t too keen on running at the moment), and for the coming winter.