Certain days stand out. Notable over the last few years, for example, would be when we set out on our shakedown cruise and the morning we undertook our journey. There was the day we first walked The Mountain and marked where our house will stand, and arriving back in Ozarkansas last year.
These are what I call “fulcrum days.” More than simply a pivot point representing a choice or a change in direction, a fulcrum is an essential moment when life itself transforms, not merely a symbol but an event.
Today is a fulcrum.
After 592 days of dreaming and striving, today we go to The Mountain for good. As much as I’d like to blog about it this evening, I know better — it’ll be complicated, probably holding a few surprises, and when it’s over I’ll be physically and emotionally drained. Then there’s the hassle of getting power to this computer, establishing a Wi-Fi connection and processing photos.
And so I’m posting now to mark my place. My report on this fulcrum day will, barring the unforeseen, happen tomorrow — stay tuned.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.