Something unique happened during this trip. I turned 50.
I spent a significant amount of my camping and exploration time reflecting on this milestone. (As one does, I suppose.)
Then (what are the odds?) I accidentally (but also on purpose) deleted the last decade (maybe more?) of my personal notes, sketches, formulas, and tracking data. A few unpublished essays were saved, but not all.
These ideas were steeped in the work of my early adulthood (now mostly uninteresting to me) when my brain was lightning-fast, light, and agile. They had sat alone in the cloud, waiting for an opportunity to be reviewed and possibly critiqued or improved…
And then they were gone. Where did they go? Doesn’t matter…
Today I open a new (slower, but most definitely wiser) chapter.
