Day three and dirt time
Poot (an otherwise un-named friend) and I spent some dirt time today, but before I lay that down I will tell you the tale of all of my day.
I woke up around 11 o'clock and started my day by checking my internet bullshit, mainly the face book shizzle. After some time on the internet, with the static of MTV playing in the background, Poot knocks on my door. He has a signature knock. I wonder if he knows about it, but decide not to tell him, so that I can tell when he is coming.
I open the door, and he tells me about his now pinched nerve. I feel mediocre at this point because of lack of sleep and a cold I have been fighting. Poot and I had a chat for a bit, and I did the dishes (cause I'm a good house boy) and Poot and I headed off to the only Tully's in Seattle (as I had a gift card from Christmas). I had a Yerba-Mate and he had a Mocha.
We went down to Lincoln park and walked through the wooded part for a little bit. In there we saw some raccoon skat and some chickadees. Sweet little birds, those chickadees.
After this we went down to the beach to get some time down in the sand. It was raining today, and the temperature was not exactly warm. One of those dreary and drizzly Northwestern days where the sky is gray from clouds and the constant patter of rain. A beautiful day if you ask me. Though I think my cold would tend to disagree.
We climbed down from the park area down to the beach and tried some different tracking exercises. The first we tried was a ten step across some grass. . . in the rain. . . and I have very little dirt time. Soooo, that was fun, but I felt a bit lost.
Then we hit the sand. After checking out some people and dog tracks we started another tracking exercise. This was another ten step. (To clarify: a ten step is when you mark the first and last of ten tracks and then check them out. There are different variations of this with certain focuses.) What Poot did was lay down a set of ten tracks and I had to find them. He did a certain walk (called the fox walk) to leave less of a track and make it more difficult for me to find the tracks. After a period of frustration, I finally found all the tracks and got it right. I felt good about that.
My next project will be to build a tracking box. This way I will have some "zero dirt" to study pressure releases.
Poot and I headed over to my parents house (after a quick dry off from the rain and a much needed shower for me) and ate some eggs and did a few dishes for my parents. . . cause they fucking needed it. So, all in all it has been a good day.
Cheers.
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