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The meaning of adventure to one person can be vastly different to another. I have heard it said, adventure is when things go wrong but until then, it is your plan.
Here in the twenty first century, I live close to a hundred years ago. Limited energy sources, no running water and I'm dependent on the respect given to nature. If you love something, you take care of it. I do love nature, but the idea of nature is something we have created. People for centuries lived in desolate places on earth, remote, self sustaining, and it wasn't that long ago when people were living as I presently find myself. That was their life. Nature to them was the unknown, the great Louisiana territory of the 1800's, the America's in the late 1400's. In today's world, people have closed themselves off to their roots in the earth's soil, they trade simplicity for complexity. Many people haven't the slightest ideas on how to provide for themselves, or steward the resources of their land which can provide. Concrete prisons are created in high rise fashion surrounded by thousands of others who think nature is walking in the park and sitting on the lawn for a picnic. That was a luxury for most back then, not nature today.
People couldn't conceive preserving wild forest lands and "nature", their very lives were lived there and so what exactly were they to preserve? Life?

The northern lands of this world must be relatively the same, differing in mountain ranges and water systems, but equally beautiful as to where I sit. One could say I was in Norway or Sweden, Newfoundland or Alaska, and I wouldn't know it. There are no mapped out boundary lines or degrees of latitude that define the earth's beauty. When you are on an adventure, a life altering experience, questions arise that wouldn't have come any other way. Questions you didn't even know you had, and some that you didn't know existed. Often there are more questions than answers, but when an answer hits you, it's that light bulb moment. Everything of concern is erased, all the random wheels stop turning. There is often an empty feeling, as if the only thing in your mind was the question and now the answer. It is overwhelming. Why must they be so personal though? Often the epiphany isn't understood, shared or conceived by others, and it isn't like you have just solved one of the world's dilemma's but instead there is only personal growth in that understanding.
I believe when someone has their heart set on something, change only comes within. The outward appearance can vary in direction, manipulate the minds of others and be a great deception but what lies within oneself, is the only true north. To that, they will live and breathe for. If you love something you take care of it.
So the passion that drives someone, the loves they have and the desire to care for them, is that not what we are to pursue? Who makes the call on what is a worthy passion and love and to whom does it belong? Are we of the mindset "individualism" in life or is there a relationship to community? To each their own? Probably not.
What might the world become if everyone examined and explored themselves through solitude, or is that idea flawed as well?

The winds are relentlessly testing the structural integrity of my cabin, and the trust I have in the builder is with my life.  I try to sleep through the great howling noise and violent shaking of the supposed solid walls. Each morning I awake one more time, not knowing how close I came to a tree coming down on the roof or if the cabin was lifted from the foundation. That is probably a good stretch to say, however there is much unknown when I sleep so long.
I received a call about weather rolling in. A warning as it were, the recommendation to be prepared for a severe weather front. The only good thing about the change is the warmth. Going from fifteen below to twenty above is most welcome and even if snow accumulates to feet, I'll have fun with it.

The ice picture above was just amazing to see. Cracks on the frozen lake bend and twist to create these colorful patterns and mesmerizing images, if you stare at them too long.
Should I be lucky enough for new snow, two feet or more, I'll be out grooming trails and shoveling to no end. I do miss the sights of a proper winter and blustering, snowy days. The warmth of my cabin and the window I stare out of is all the comfort I need but there isn't any sense in settling there, so warm cookies and tea lighten the mood even more. I wish I could give thirty minutes to every soul that wanted it this very moment.

With Christmas around the corner, time does fly by when you're having fun. Hard times do present themselves, challenging and perplexing as they can be, putting your left foot in front of the right usually overcomes any obstacle. I took my boat out of the river for the time being. There was too much effort in the upkeep, so it sits on land waiting for better conditions.

Fishing, oh that wonderful and frustrating past time. I continue to bring in the large rainbows but unfortunately I am wanting char to feed the fox. Not a hint of complaint in there, only fact.