A Perfect Day

There are not many days that one can call perfect, but today is as close as it gets for someone with more stuff to do than time. I can't even find it in me to feel guilty for spending the afternoon outside - exploring, taking pictures, feeling the sun and the wind on my face, searching the tiny tundra plants for the perfect angle to capture their autumn beauty and breathing fresh air (for the most part - give or take some dust.)

I had a good chat with my grandmother this morning and homemade spaghetti sauce with cottage cheese and a cupcake and excellent coffee. I stretched, I sketched out the next two weeks and then I told myself that I had to take my walk before I did anything else, meaning only to be out for an hour or maybe two.

Its a funny thing about humans and hills, or at least me and hills. I see a hill and I want to climb to the top of it to see what is on the other side and then I see another hill and want to climb it too. So first I climbed uphill cross country to the beacon or as it is fondly called in Baker Lake - the Mexican Hat. Having arrived there in a wonderfully good mood (in spite of listening to the reversing alarm of a backhoe or dozer in the gravel pit) - the top of Blueberry Hill called to me, and so I walked, past two small, but delightful lakes and up, up, up a sandy Honda Trail past the resting place of Jessie Oonark (which I didn't know was there - She is one of the most famous artists from Baker Lake), to stand before this Cairn (which I assume marks the highest point of the hill, but its hard to say. )  Then, I spent a while watching a hare run about the top of the hill and discovering the different kinds of plants that grow on top of a large rocky hill, compared to the boggy, marshy ground I'd walked over to get there. Mostly, I just enjoyed fresh air and sunlight and the uplifting effect they were having on me... I hope you enjoy the pictures that I'll throw up over the next few days.... nearly as much as I enjoyed taking them.