Laurel: I hate to write a post while Lisa is running ultra-marathons and taking pictures of the most amazing beautiful sites, and I am stuck in an ultra-inversion of smog that is creating its own weather system of humidity and fog. Winter is so hard in SLC. If there is snow, all is well. Without storms it stagnates and we get “red-air” days which are unsafe for exercise of any kind or old people or young people and just generally oppressive. And when they get really bad, the fog rolls in. Today I escaped to the blue skies up on the ridgeline… where I spent a good portion of the week-end, actually. Trudging through the icy slushy snow and slippery mud with the dog, just to get UP and out of the muck.
BUT, I also had a lovely morning at the spa getting my feet prettied up, and worked on art all week-end (!), which I am thoroughly enjoying (though slightly troubled by, since the idea is stolen/borrowed from an artist that I saw on the internet. Eeek.). And I am three weeks deep into a 12-week mountain bike strength training program, so I keep myself busy while I ponder the longevity of a life in a place where winter feels like poison and smells like a sewer. Pray for snow, as they say.
