Woke up this morning at 6:30am, my normal wake-up time for a work day.
I lay in my sleeping bag for 15 minutes and flirted with the siren who sings to me each morning. She whispered softly into my ear, “Oh, this sleeping bag is so warm and fluffy and comfortable, you could just stay here all day, yes, couldn’t you?”
But then I told myself the same thing I tell myself every morning that she sings to me, that this kind of comfort will not last, and when it is gone, I will need to be, too. Must get out of bed. Must get to work.
Today’s walk was 20 kilometers, from Yakapinar (aka Misis) to Ceyhan, a city of about 100,000 people between Adana and Osmaniye.
I could see the mountains east of Osmaniye today. It’ll be another week or so before I climb into those mountains and leave behind the Cukurova Plain. I have a string of holidays (Christmas, New Year’s), my birthday, and a couple social calls to make in Mersin.
So it’s not a straight shot to those mountains. But they are there, looming behind the clouds, and I have seen them. I love mountains. I miss mountains, and I am looking forward to climbing into these.