Much like the animals that come out of hibernation, I am wary of the outside world on the day that I emerge from quarantine and decide to go outside. I’m disheveled, my eyes have the thousand yard stare, hair is out of control, and the beard seems to have taken on a life of its own.
I try to continue to be a good world citizen by practicing the recommended social distancing, which isn’t too hard since almost everything I do is done solo. It’s 6 a.m. when I arrive to Bartlett lake and get out my SUP. As I am pumping it up, a police officer drives by and is overly friendly with his morning greeting. It’s only been a few days since George Floyd was murdered. I appreciate the gesture as well as the irony.
A beautiful blue sky day is upon me as I glide across the water. The mountains surrounding this hidden beauty are incredible. Birds fly overhead, then settle on their favorite cacti in which they have built a nest.
I keep an eye out for the possibility of spotting a bobcat or snake among the Saguaro’s, but none are to be seen today.
It feels good to be back out in nature again after a long and stressful time at home. I’m still wary of the virus, but with common sense and a bit of luck I hope to stay healthy.