I'm sitting here. 3.5kms from where I started, on some burnt out Crack shack of a park bench at the edge of trail 10 in elk island park.
I did another 5k round trip before this where I stumbled on a geocache. Which was a happy surprise.
I should pull about 12.5km before all is said and done. But we'll see once the trail ends.

I can't say much good about my mental state lately. I can't tell if it's just wanderlust or if it's spending too much time focusing on the wrong things. But either way - I haven't been good at being me lately.

In this last week off  though, I've wandered about 30kms around this province and it's been pretty helpful in calming the congestion in my head.
I also drove about 1000kms. Helped my dad move his entire life to our farm. Slept the perfect amount every night. Broke a finger and lost 10 more pounds.
I feel really...fuzzy. like there's something on the edge of my consciousness that's stalking around me in circles but I can't find a way to shift my peripheral enough to catch it.
Usually I feel this way in the shifting seasons. When the sun starts to disappear at 6pm and the wind is catching a chill. But I guess as the seasons shift, so do I.
I've got a month off coming up in 6 or so days. And despite a few committed things here and there, there isn't much to be said about what I'll be doing.
I imagine I'll kayak with my dad and walk the farm land searching for a foothold that can return me to childhood excitement. I'll create things from barn wood and burn initials in places maybe one day my kids will see.
Or maybe I'll drive somewhere. To the states or out east. Maybe I'll fall in love and spend 6 days in bed wrapped around something of promise.
Or maybe I'll just walk. And hope it brings about some clarity.
In the meantime, I've got another 3.5kms to go before I turn around. So I should get on that.