The lingering injury and the amount of work at the desk meant that most workouts here were in the gym, occasionally with the sauna afterwards. (Basically a weight bench and a set of barbells, but sufficient, and I very rarely visited the small sauna when others were around.) It served for the nonce, and the mountain air was invigorating, as were the walks to town, but I would certainly hope to come back some time when I could simply walk around on the mountain all day. (And had proper boots.)
When I discerned for the priesthood with a society with an outpost in upstate New York (Issac Jogues territory), I spent most of the days on the retreat there up on the (small) mountain with a Psalter. I also remember workshopping a play with an off-off theatre in NYC at someone's house in Vermont, with a mountain visible out the window. Woke before dawn and walked up the hill before rehearsal.
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