I make it a habit not to talk about work on here, but this week I just can't resist. Tuesday was honestly such a lovely day that I just wanted to run around shouting it from the rooftops. Sure there were the standard meetings to be had that didn't accomplish as much as they should. It's the after that's the good stuff though.
There was a need. To find vernal pools.* Or rather to document their existence and determine whether or not the project we are working on will impact them. Note: evidently vernal pools are pretty important.
Faced with a choice between traveling back to the office and burying my head in the computer (which, don't get me wrong, I also sort of love) or hiking along the river on a day where the sun is bright and it's a balmy 65 guess which one I chose. I chose the path to education. To seeing what a vernal pool was first hand. To getting up close and personal with a big spring storm's impact on a river.
At one point I was mid-calf in mud and fearful of losing a boot. This was followed by a stint sliding down a muddy slope while trying to climb up. At the end of the day I headed back to Virginia caked in mud, and that's when it hit me. I couldn't be happier.
*The creative license I have taken with standard grammar rules is on purpose.