What a crazy winter it has been. I am two weeks away from going back to Yellowstone and I don’t think I’ve ever been more ready than I am now. Not that it hasn’t been fun, but I think I could have probably lived without all the drama the past few month have fostered.
I was able to connect with an old friend I hadn’t seen in awhile, but it’s going to be some time before we can ever really be the friends I think we are meant to be. It’s hard to see people meet with transition by chasing the things that brought their path to a screeching halt, although I admit it is often easier to practice the things that are familiar rather than to take the risks involved in nuance.
Yellowstone has always been a comfort for me. It’s like landing in a nest, and even though it has it’s character as well, I still know what to expect. I can’t wait to see the Tetons and have a burger at Buster’s in Jackson Hole.
This weekend was great. I went to a Bike Festival here in Missoula, and this place called Free Bikes brought a gazillion bike parts and frames to build a bike with. I was able to piece together a pretty nice Schwinn and now won’t have to walk around when I get into the park. I still have to put a few more pieces on it to get it into shape, but it’s a really great bike considering it was free.
I wonder what today will bring..?
