February 7th Lessons
February 7th has a way of teaching me things I didn’t know I needed to learn.
Looking back through these posts, it’s funny how this date keeps catching me in moments of reckoning... whether I’m ready or not.
In 2005, I was getting my car stuck and learning that sometimes the hardest starts lead to the best views. Twenty-one years later, I’m still figuring out that same lesson. The 2008 cabin morning shows me embracing simplicity, thumb-typing on a PDA while frying salami over a fireplace. Those were the days when five inches of new snow felt like pure possibility.
But February 7th doesn’t always play nice. 2012 found me yelling at a mountain, which is about as productive as it sounds. That post captures something raw about misjudging situations and having to own the consequences. The pattern continues with 2016’s Snow Canyon revelation that names don’t always match reality, and 2017’s cycling evolution from screws-in-tires to fat bikes.
The second 2017 entry nails February’s mood perfectly... that jack-hammer season when everything freezes and thaws and you’re just trying not to complain. Then 2018 took a wild detour into cybercrime fiction, because apparently February 7th makes me experimental.
2023 brought Mo into the picture, exploring ancient cedars, while 2024 celebrated PNW Components saving my mechanical bacon. This date keeps reminding me that adventures come in all shapes... some involve mountains, some involve customer service heroes, and sometimes the biggest adventure is just showing up.