… this time last year? Literally. Last night I couldn’t sleep once I got in from the Albany spin jam and I sat up looking at old photographs. Once I stumbled upon the photographs from my road trip last year, I thought, wow- time has flown! I immediately pulled out my journal to see where I was exactly… and this time last year I was…
driving through the mountains of Montana into Idaho. It’s ironic that I was thinking of the trip last night because our night spent in Idaho was the best experience of the trip for me. And probably one of the best days of my life. Here’s a little snip-it (is that what I mean? I think you know, a snip-it, right?) of what was written in my journal that evening:
“I’m in Idaho right now, in a tank (top) and jeans, under the clear, warm sky drinking beer and eating cheese. All while waiting for my homefries & cheesy eggs to finish cooking. It’s the perfect temperature with a cool breeze, nothing like I thought Idaho would be. Greg called to tell me that there will be a meteor shower tonight @ 11 my time– just one hour from now. We set up later than planned, but thankfully we were both in good moods and joking with each other.
I just looked up into the sky & I can truly say that I have never, ever, seen the stars so clearly. Nor that many. My mouth dropped, literally. I think I might sleep outside of the tent tonight…
Yellowstone was beautiful. We saw Old Faithful– just like the pictures and it reminded me of Dennis the Menace. Gunner found this site online for $10 parking/camping at a fairground. But when we got there, there were no fire pits. So we asked a local where we could stay the night to have a fire. After much consideration, she gave us accurate directions to a… fisherman’s pullout on a river that was where homeless people slept. So, we drove on. And here I sit at Massacre Rocks State Park. And I can’t keep my eyes off the stars…”
I continued to write later that evening, but unfortunately, we were both pretty drunk (trashed) and my handwriting is eligible. I do remember staying up until the sun was rising, hearing the coyotes howl, run to the tent, sit in the shower (sleep) on a handicap bench for over and hour, and then continue on the road. The two of us shared a lot about ourselves that evening, and I have many funny stories to share about that night. Thank you Gunner.
It’s funny how things change over the course of just one year. The two of us have only seen each other maybe twice since I returned from the remainder of my trip, have spoken a handful of words, and only live a block away. And to think he thought I was his lobster. ha.
It’s Wednesday, which means I’m cramming to get my (last) paper of the summer semester finished for tomorrow’s class. OH! I went to the Albany spin jam last night. And after walking five blocks and over the bridge, I realized I forgot my camera in the car. But here’s the link to their facebook page so that you can check out the photographs. It was great. Perfect weather, on the river, fire, hula hooping and good vibes. I’ll be there next Tuesday if anyone would care to join. Well, I must eat, read, sleep, and type my night away. Probably in that particular order. Think about it, where were you this time last year… and with who?