Yesterday was my last birding outing of the year at Broughton Beach with my friend Jacob. We missed our target bird but it was so damn pleasant regardless. Peaceful even. The river was calm and the clouds were doing the right things.
This year I have learned that many of my favorite birding experiences are those closest to home, on days when things feel peaceful and mellow. Unhurried outings with time to poke and inspect every little thing. Wanders, you might call them.
This year has been about meeting new people, something I had never actively attempted before. There are some badass folks in our Portland birding community and I am so grateful I've had chance to bird with (and drink beers with) so many of them this year.
A year ago things were so different for me; I was quite unhappy and completely unaware of that fact. Thankfully a January trip to Mexico with four awesome nerds woke me up and I was able to get my shit together when I returned home. I took the year off from dating. I went on adventures with strangers. I reconnected with old friends and made so many new ones. There is much work to do still, but I feel good.
Till next year, I will leave you with another little slice of peacefulness and hope...
"It's a new year, with it comes new hope and new fears. Met a young man who was in tears, he asked me, 'What induces us to stay here?' I said, 'I don't know much and I'm not lying, but I think you just have to keep on trying.'"