I made it to the North Saskatchewan river today for the first time in two years. I used to skip school often in high school, more often after my dad passed away. I skipped class to go into the ravine and just sit by the river for hours on the bank; Summer or winter I would be there with headphones in and a blank stare. It felt like part of me was connected to my dad in a way since he was such a outdoorsman himself. Today I could've turned back, used the mosquito bites as an excuse not to continue or just blame the heat. Instead I kept walking and walking until I reached a piece of paradise I haven't come across before in the river valley. I finally felt content and that I'd made communication with nature, my dad and myself again. I'm becoming more of myself each day. Last summer I avoided walking or hiking and anything physical. This summer a day without my prosthetic leg is a day wasted. Remember though, it's been two whole years and it took so much courage to get out there today. #turnyourcantsintocans (at Hermitage off Leash Dog Park)
