Rituals

It is almost a weekend ritual for us.

For the past few weekends, DW and I have gotten up early, hopped in the car, and driven to Mud Lake to wander the trails and take in the nature. It's a calming way to start our day.

I say that it's almost a ritual because we haven't done it every weekend. We seldom drive out to this popular spot more than two consecutive weekends. It almost happened this past weekend, but we slept in and, when we finally decided to get out and hike a nature trail, we drove to the east end of the city and wandered Mer Bleue Bog.

The last time we were at Mud Lake was two weekends ago, when there was a great blanket of fog that made for some amazing photos. And while I kicked myself for deciding to leave my D-SLRs at home, my smartphone did the trick.

We'll likely go for another wander at Mud Lake this weekend, but I'm still not calling it a ritual. For a ritual, you have to commit to three times or more. Consecutive weekends. We've been to Mud Lake more than three times over the past couple of months, but no more than once or twice in a row, and then a break.

Third consecutive visit makes it a ritual. They say that if you do something three times or more in a row, it becomes habit-forming.

We'll see.

Happy Friday!