Confussion, and a day out.

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I did not get out hiking.  Simply, there was not enough time.  I also has no energy.  Just getting out to shoot was going to be it.  I forgot to take a chair, so, for the most part, was on my feet.  I suppose that will simply have to do.

For some reason, wrists and upper legs are sore.  I can see hiking being the culprit for legs, but not the wrists.  Getting up a bit earlier was good.  And, if I can, going to bed much earlier might see me up even earlier tomorrow.  Maybe.  I am hoping to make it to the post office tomorrow.  If I do that, and can push, I may go hiking as well.  Even though I have promised my friend that I would take him shooting again Wednesday.  Perhaps I can't do too many things on any given day.  If not, I might try to do more things on more days.  I need to push a bit.  I am, but more!

Tired.  And yet I really do want to push.  I need milk, and would like to pick up a few steaks as well, and get those hard frozen.  Oh, and I best stop at the liquor store.  A bit of this, a bit of that, and a bit more of that.  While I will be taking the new hard-core cooler, I might also be buying another, the coleman xtreme.  It's much less expensive.  I would be buying a smaller one, much lighter quart for quart, for fishing.  I don't need a top-of-the-line cooler for a few days of fishing.  But a really decent one would be good.  For drink, and for any catch.  The goal is to be out fishing and hiking for a couple of days, when I return, to get in shape for burning man.  I'm tired of being tired.  And, while that will probably never change, I can, I think, become more comfortable with being tired?  That's the hope.

I've got to tell you, Alaska is looming in my mind.  Some people would miss me, some would be quite happy to see me go.  As if the latter matters, the former does.  Wherever I might go, if I go, it will be let out that I am just drifting through. Though connecting with hunters and fishermen would be something I would be actively pursuing.  To learn.  Going on hunts, to learn to skin and field dress, to go fishing to learn and pay for the gas on the trip, things like that.  Some fishing I can learn here, some will probably be unique.  Even so, an old hand at fishing can probably help.  I may attempt to hook up with a local fly fisherman I have met incidentally.  Same deal, I pay the way, he teaches at least a bit, maybe helps me get set right, and learn what to look for when deciding which flies, that sort of thing.  I might even surprise him, if I feel satisfied, and buy him a top-notch set of waders.  Some people give for nothing.  Those are the ones I enjoy rewarding.

Ugh.  I am pushing, but I am going to try to keep on pushing.  Right up to a few days before the burn.  And then right on past it to a few days before the next burn.  And then right through winter.  If I am serious about Alaska, I can't be a pansy.  If too, I do have to be somewhat practical... pacing and some notion of reality.  The real question is, just how far can I stretch both?  I'll be finding out.  Later.