I quite enjoyed Tuesday. I climbed a mountain tracking a herd of elk, found where they'd bedded down, tracked them for miles until they reached a powerline where their tracks were lost in brush and grass. It was a gorgeous day, and I remember checking in with myself on the way down the mountain, noting the sublime old growth Spruce forest and weather, the freedom and almost primeval natural task and operations I was conducting so that I'd remember it.

The good 'ol days was today.