What is a woodsman without the woods? This is the question that I have been asking myself for the past several days. What is a woodsman without the woods?
I’ve had this nagging feeling for some time that it’s difficult to blog about the backwoods when I don’t spend near as much time there as I’d like. I dream of spending weeks hidden away in the backcountry, hunting, fishing and foraging for my subsistence. What is a woodsman without the woods? A man. A man with responsibilities and a life away from the trout-filled rivers, moonlit nights, crackling campfires, and solitude. I love my wife. I love my children. I even have other hobbies aside from being a woodsman – I paint, read (finished Atlas Shrugged last night), smoke a pipe, play guitar, etc. The point is this, even a devout woodsman must still be responsible and tend to his business before considering his own personal desires.
I spoke with my wife at length about my dilemma. I explained to her how I felt and what was bothering me to my very core. To her credit, she handled it quite simply. “Get some trips on the calendar and make them happen” was essentially her response.
So within the timespan of an hour, I went from having nothing on my calendar other than my annual trip to the Cranberry, to having a two night and two river canoeing and camping adventure for our anniversary in June, a one or two night family outing, a possible one night solo adventure, a three night outing in Fayette County, another three-nighter and a two-nighter near Harpers Ferry in July and a possibility of something in August – not to mention the eight day trip to the Cranberry Backcountry in October.
I suppose that there is a lesson to be learned here. If you want to enjoy outdoor adventures, you have to get off of your posterior and make it happen. Get it on the schedule. Carve it in stone. Write it on your hand. Do whatever it takes but make the plans and then make it happen.