I remember that the first day in the mountains, after we had set up our tents and gotten the site set up to our satisfaction, my dad always spent the rest of the day, and sometimes part of the next, sleeping.

I am afraid that I am afflicted with the same malady. But is it a malady?

Whether is it the effects of mountain air or the first day of “doing whatever we feel like doing,” I don’t care. We’ve been busy, we’ve loved spending time with people we love that we don’t see often enough, and we’ve driven a lot of miles. So, today, we slept until we woke. I moved from there to my computer, one I haven’t touched in a week. And John read a book, then watched a favorite movie, “Shakespeare in Love.” We’ll get a walk in soon, for rain is coming, but I don’t expect much more energetic exercise than that for the rest of the day.

We teased my dad about always being overcome by the mountains for the first few days. But, now I think that perhaps it was the letting-go of the necessities of every-day life that brought deep, refreshing sleep. And the smell of the air in the mountains announce the opportunity.

Ahhh. I am in the mountains. I can relax.