No more miles to be covered, no more kitchens to be assembled, no more tent sites to be scouted. At least not for a few months. The final leg of our journey, however, was not without flair. Rumor of a “short cut” through the backcountry Montana had us on windy, country flattened strips of land (purposely not using the word “road”). With multiple unhitching of trailers to turn the caravan around due to wrong turns and deep, muddy snow we backtracked to the mail road, found the real short cut and continued on to Crystal Springs, our home base, with only a few hours lost thanks to a short cut.
I fight the desire to settle into my place here. Lucky enough to have my own room (4 walls! A mattress! A door!) I can imagine setting out all my books, organizing my “closet” and building a study space. But I know 5 days from now I will be wrapping things up again, compacting them into my vehicle and driving away. Thus I settle for the minimal in my temporary home; sleeping bag, computer, backpack.
A week of writing reviews, creating finals, grading essays—not terrible, just wait—and hanging out with the incredible group of youth and staff who have experienced the world with me alongside a deep river gorge amidst the mountains of western Montana.Business mixed with pleasure as usual.
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