Packing up for a week of elk hunting here today. Couldn't come at a better time either. Whatever the resolution of the recent election (& all the COVID posturing), I'll be mostly incommunicado which suites me just fine. Was out shooting clays with some old friends yesterday and that had an analgesic effect as well (Out of the wreckage of my old club, a new one has risen. Not the same but not bad either). I'm sure multiple layers of reality will be waiting to slap me in the face upon my return but for the next week or ten, I'll be mostly living out of my 20-year old pickup, with an old (ancient) pair of Swarovski's perched on my nose. Cold and tired at the end of each day is surprisingly good for your state of mind IMHO.
