Two weeks ago we were in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan (Negaunee) at a skeet shooting event.
Being at a testosterone-laden gun club for 4 days, finding a little "girl" time can be a challenge! Over the years, our numbers have shrunk and there are only a handful of skeet wives who travel with the husbands from event to event. There are a few of us "old timers" and it is always fun to catch up with each other and share some laughs over a glass of wine or Amaretto Slush. This year, I made a point to also go for a walk by myself, every morning. The gun club is somewhat off the beaten path and is surrounded by wooded and winding lanes.
With my iPod set to some walking music and my earphones muffling the sounds of shot guns going off, I would head out in the coolness of the new morning.
Breathing in the fresh air and feeling the warming sun on my back, it felt good to stretch the legs, clear the mind of nighttime fuzziness and empty cluttered thoughts.
Along the way, there were some discoveries...fresh deer prints in the sandy shoulder of the uneven road...a cast off winter stocking cap, even a few drink containers someone thoughtlessly tossed from a passing car window. I also found inspiration and things that brought a smile...little curving paths that led to someone's hidden cottage...
A simple mailbox that has been personalized with a painted northwoods theme...
Someone offers free housing for little feathered visitors...bed and breakfast?
And a rustic driveway marker - company is probably told to look for the old pressed back chair to know they have arrived at the right turn...
As I head back to gun club, my feet feel lighter, the heartbeat has settled down and the mind & soul have been rejuvenated - refreshed and renewed...all from a simple walk along a country lane.
Wishing each of you days of rejuvenation and don't forget to visit all the other "R" postings over at Miss Jenny's Alphabe-Thursday.