Every year around this time I tally my visits to Roundrock for the previous year. I had begun after Libby had accused me of visiting nearly “every weekend” (though that seems more like praise than an accusation). Now that I’ve become a runner, she could probably say that about races, though I try to limit myself to only once a month for those. Either way, here is the reckoning for 2014.
January – I only made one visit in January, on the 19th. What was I doing the other weekends? I can’t recall. Perhaps the weather was too cold. Or it was warm enuf that I was outside running. (I seem to recall a lot of time on the treadmill then, so the roads and sidewalks were probably packed with drifts of snow, which would have made trips to Roundrock more difficult too.)
February – Again I made only one visit to my woods, on the 15th. Again I can give no account for why or why not. In any case, clearly not “every weekend” as was once claimed.
March – I stepped up my game a little here. Not only did I visit two weekends in a row, but the second visit involved an overnight (which likely included a campfire and more extensive chores). Perhaps I was planting my pines then.
April – Another one-visit-only month. Spring racing season would have been in earnest then, and likely at least two weekends would have been given over to preparation, running, or recovery. Still, spring is a nice time to be in the forest too.
May – Only one visit, but an overnight, and curiously, a Friday/Saturday overnight. I don’t recall whether I took a day off of work or just left Friday afternoon for the cabin. This may have been one of my solo overnights where I sit and brood and sometimes even get some chores done.
June – Two visits. One on the 8th and the second on the 21st. Nice time of the year (though apparently not warm enuf for a swim). I also had gone for a long-ish trip to Portland in June (half marathon), which would have devoured a weekend.
July – I didn’t record a single visit to Roundrock on the cabin calendar for July. I suspect that’s merely an oversight on my part; I can’t imagine not going to the cabin for that long, but maybe I did.
August – One visit, but again an overnight. It was also a full moon visit, so I’m sure I sat beside the campfire, my eyes red and stinging from the wood smoke as I gazed up at the moon and thought about making a visit there.
September – Two trips! Two overnights! The first trip was a Monday/Tuesday visit. That would have been Labor Day, so I must have taken off the Tuesday from work. I wonder why I chose to do it that way. (About this time I begin to see how much vacation time I have accumulated that I must take by the end of the year or forfeit, so I do take off the odd day here and there.) My second visit this month was two weeks later. The stars must have aligned and offered a perfect fall weekend.
October – Only one visit, on the 19th, but I suspect I was hobbling as I rambled my woods. October 5th was when I “ran” my first full marathon (again in Portland), so I was probably sore and weary for a while.
November – Two visits including one overnight at the end of the month (our traditional anti-Black Friday escape from the consumer culture). I know I was sore and weary on these because I had run my fifth half marathon on November 2, and my right leg still aches from doing that so close to the full in October. (At least that’s what I think is causing the leg pain.) The milder weather and the more open woods allow for more chores in the forest, so I’m sure I devoted some of that overnight to hauling or cutting or clearing or stone stacking or hiking or camp firing or the like.
December – Two visits but no overnights. I know these involved a lot of shoveling and moving of gravel to fix the pot hole in the road by the dam and to begin the extensive dig out of the ditch beside the road along our northern property line (so the water will drain better and the road won’t be so soggy.
And so, that was my (recorded) visit schedule at Roundrock. I can’t say I’m pleased or disappointed. Sure, I’d like to spend more time there, but I’m also pursuing other interests. A boy’s gotta have his hobbies, right? (Also, oddly, I did not record any swims in the lake. I know we dipped in a few times, but I guess I didn’t feel like noting them on the calendar.)
The round rock you see in the photo above is the flip side of this round rock.