I’m a Forest Man.
[Update a couple minutes later]
Here comes 2022.
And yes, they are morons (though I think he overestimates the intellect of some of the other Democrats).
[Update a few minutes later]
The ten worst things that Joe Biden did last year. You’re gonna need a longer list.
I don’t agree with everything in the “Everything Is Clear From Up Here” article, but it’s thought provoking and definitely worth the read. I too would classify myself as a Forest Man based on its criteria, though Mountain Man is my ambition. Unfortunately, it’s tough to make that break when you are surrounded by influences in your society, associations and family that don’t see things the same way and would apply stiff penalties for taking that last step.
I too am a forest man although I prefer to use the original Malay term, “orangutan.”
I am getting cranky about all of this “here comes 2022” stuff.
What makes that season of the Northern Hemisphere Winter Solstice, Earth’s perihelion (we get closest to the Sun in two days) anything different than any other time-of-year?
From up near the 45th Parallel, the days are on the way to getting longer, and then this well reverse and the days will get shorter, bringing us to 2023.
Last year around this time, I offered sympathy for having to work in the cold to one of the construction workers on a project to renovate the plaza in front of where I work, why it needed renovating, I don’t know. The man joked about, “the ice mosquitos”, a perspective I hadn’t given much thought. But working outdoors, you either give your face to frostbite or to insect bites, so we don’t have much pleasant weather.
Every year with a mild start to winter one get’s to thinking Climate Change! and then whammo, we are into the deep freeze.
The sun rises, the sun sets, the sun rises late and sets early, the sun rises early and sets late. There is the superstition that this signals some great change, perhaps and improvement, but these cycles simply continue.
When it’s cold, it’s usually possible to add a layer or two of warmth, but in the heat, you can only strip down so far. And a lack of bugs (and other such vermin) is another advantage.
Mountain tops are overrated. They are cold and windy and usually cramped with nothing around but sharp rocks. While the isolation can be entertaining for a while, you are still dependent (more than you care to admit) on all those down in the valleys and plains and the towns for your food and clothing and power and medical care and general livelihood. For some reason they attract a lot of the superficial and self-important, too.
Everest is littered with the bodies of the “highly motivated”, for example.