Home Again, Home Again

My trip to Vancouver, Washington, turned out to be unexpectedly short. After having lunch with Klaras and visiting with Gary for four hours, I walked out into a torrential downpour. At 1500 feet, I found myself literally immersed in rain clouds.

Heavy Rains

I’d intended to camp at Battleground Lake State Park, but I knew I would have a hard time staying inside the car for 12 hours straight and with that kind of rain I wouldn’t have many other options.

If I’d thought the weather was going to improve dramatically Wednesday, I would have opted to stay in a motel for the night, but most forecasts called for rain on Wednesday, too, and I wasn’t willing to spend the money for a room to hike in the rain so I decided to drive the 2 1/2 hours home.

Looking at the present weather conditions in Vancouver I should probably have opted for the motel. Of course, I woke up to blue skies here in Tacoma, but at 9:30 it’s suddenly dark and cloudy and rain appears imminently possible.

I just spent an hour and a half working out at the Y which isn’t nearly as pleasant as a hike up the Columbia Gorge, by any means, but my body, if not my mind, doesn’t seem to know the difference. Ultimately, I feel better when I exercise regularly wherever that might be. My visit with Gary, unfortunately, reminded me how important it is to live the moment to the fullest, that life is too short no matter how long we live.