Though the two-year old residing within me does not understand why we cannot spend all our time traveling, exploring, and writing about this natural phenomenon or that environmental issue, my mortgage company plainly does.* This means that I must put on the other hat today -- the one that makes money.
Which is a shame, because it occurred to me this morning that I've spent very little time in the desert. A too-brief weekend in New Mexico a few years ago isn't much more than a tantalizing taste, is it?
And let's not get started on the long-distance trail obsession.
*I'm quite ashamed to say that my inner two-year old is even more short-tempered and demanding than most real ones. After years of wrangling, maneuvering and arduous work, I now get to spend a great deal of time doing what I enjoy, and should be quiet about it already.