Took a trip to the Cape this summer...
When I was a kid, excited anticipation mostly applied to our annual trips to Aspen to ski. For months I'd look forward to that week.
As an adult, plans to climb sometimes kept me up...
But I also noticed, as an adult that sometimes when people would ask "Are you excited?" about (fill in the blank), I'd think, nah, not really. Just kind of taking it all in stride these days. And I'd think maybe that was something that was happening with age-- I just didn't get that excited by things to come.
But wait! Here I am in my 50s with a new hobby, and there's definitely some eager anticipation associated with planned trips and outings...
The Cape didn't disappoint-- songbirds in Mark and Renee's yard were already great, and then there were the daily walks down to the beach in the early morning: plovers, sandpipers, gulls, terns, scoters. Man, what a treat. I'd been coming to the cape now for years and definitely had noticed the birds, but this was the first year I'd been back since being born again as a birder... Is that an accurate term, being born again?
I was first-born as birder, I think, back on the slopes of the cloud forest outside of Tegucigalpa. La Tigra. I was tailing some birder guy who was calmly pointing out and identifying the flashes of color below. And the colors were so striking-- vivid, almost inexplicable splashes of paint on a green canvas. I was intrigued...
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