“It hasn't been that long
Since we drank to the sunset, until it was gone”
It’s that time of the year again. As the leaves glow golden and the wind blows a little cooler, I’ve felt more introspective, more alive… and more sappy. Yeah, I’m feeling obnoxiously emotional and sensitive - I’m not used to it! J Whether it is the beautiful fall weather, the high I still have from having the best time of the summer with Matt in Yellowstone, the ending of my first season as a wildland firefighter, or simply the result of too many hours behind the wheel and too few hours of sleep, I’m not sure. Whatever the combination, something infectiously magical is in the air and the past week or so has been happy, sad, fantastic, exited, nervous… surreal!
Yeah, I’m excited to go back to Detroit. The Lions are still 2-1 and nothing beats a good sports game and buffalo wings at the bar! Even better is trying to decide whether to blow my money on some U of M football tickets or hockey tickets, and getting back to the music scene and seeing some concerts and hopefully get to see Erich’s band “the book was better” for the first time since they played at our New Year’s Eve party in 2002! Heather, hope you are ready to see some blues again! Jeff and Amadeo, you’re going to show me a proper homecoming, right?? Can we wear costumes? ;)
What am I going to do for the fall and winter? We’ll just play it by ear. Hopefully I’ll get a job for the winter in the southeast, but I’ve even entertained the idea of finding some small cabin in northern MI, buying some x-country skis or snowshoes, and borrowing Steve’s dog for a few months to keep me company. It will be bizarre going from remote MT to uber-urban Detroit, but I’m open to ideas of where to go and what to do! (Though the southeast is on my list... see you boys soon!)
Adding to the fact that I’m torn about moving, hopeful yet nervous about the winter, and have a bright-eyed and ignorantly-optimistic outlook about the cool adventures and opportunities I might stumble upon, I just finished reading “Hawk’s Rest”, a book Gregg let me borrow. It’s about the battle between outfitters and rangers at Yellowstone over hunting, grizzlies, wolves, and ethics. Beyond that, though, it is the memoirs of a backcountry ranger, going through the same emotions about the end of his season as I am. Corny? I suppose, but he really hits it on the nail and gracefully puts to paper all the crap floating around in my head. ;)
It’s also strange that I’ve had so many people breeze in and out of my life; people I would consider friends, despite only a few weeks or even days spent together. Who knows when or if I will see them again? Ya’ll should check out Heather’s journal for her ideas on the subject. It’s amazing how much of an impact certain individuals can have, even when your time together is limited. But I have a feeling I’ll be seeing a few certain people in the future…
In six days, I’ll be in Seattle reunited with Brian, and that’s about as far ahead in advance as I’m going to plan!
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