I remember the last time I moved to the Adirondaks (though a different area) it was right before when the pandemic hit. It was the right time to be hidden in the mountains considering what followed.

I think this time—too…. it is the right time to be in the mountains. I do have angels watching over me, it seems, I am blessed I got away when I did. Is this a recurring ancestral theme? My ancestors were constantly fleeing in search of safety and home. Super-vigilance is a hard won Darwinian instinct.