Turns out, I love – really, truly love – being outside. In actual nature. Cold, hot, muddy, buggy, rocky, rainy, unforgiving – fine, whatever, just put me there. It was almost exactly a year ago that I discovered this. And so 2020 was going to be the year of being outside, having adventures. Climbing on actual rocks, not just the gym, at every opportunity. One big hike or backpacking weekend every month. Learning everything I could so I’d be ready for worse weather, higher elevations, more intimidating challenges. On this front, the winter went beautifully to plan, and spring was all mapped out in my calendar. Now it isn’t. I know this narrowing of my world isn’t forever, that I’ll get back outside – really, truly outside – just as soon as it’s safe and ethical to do so, that nature probably needed a break from all those adventuring humans anyway. For all the years until last year, I didn’t know what I was missing. Now I do.