Gently awoken by the “chimes” alarm on my iPhone. Disorientated in the pitch blackness, realising I’m still cocooned in my sleeping bag with the drawstring pulled tight, nose and mouth exposed only. The alarm continues chiming for a few minutes until I manage to coordinate myself and get a wing out to convince the phone I’m conscious. There’s a familiar struggle of finding the zip that has me fumbling in an almost claustrophobic panic every time.
With the cellphone screen illuminated, I can see my breath. I am surrounded by Winter.
Zero degrees Celsius, pitch black, guided by the stars, the husband and I set off.
Making our way up out of a valley, the sky glows pink as the sun makes its own way up and spills over the tops of the hills, just kissing the dew laden leaves and rocks, slowly filling the vast land with its presence, but no warmth.
I’m better dressed than the sun six out of seven days. But only when I’m out in the wilderness am I reminded how this time of day is the most incredible time there is. When you are headed somewhere but there’s no deadline and the only traffic is the odd hare skipping off the track ahead.
We are living the traditions and morals of our ancestors. We are practicing the skills taught to us by fathers, uncles and friends.
There’s a lot about this life I’m yet to get a grasp on. If there’s anything I have managed to understand with any certainty it’s this: There are three times I’m certain that I am truly being myself. When I am alone. When I am on a motorcycle. And when I am in the wild.
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