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I am posting this from my yurt. Yes, the yurt sans electricity and sans running water seems to be within reach of either my folks' or (more likely) their neighbors' wireless network.
I am excited.
I want to post a long treatise on life the universe and everything, but instead I am tired and need to go to bed.
I will have to just say: getting here was long and exhausting. Being here is great. I am still discombobulated - havent figured out anything such as calling people or even knowing where I live, but all things in time . . .
This morning lacing up my workboots was deja vu all over again, as I begin yet another summer working for Fish and Game. This is my sixth summer as a fisheries tech. My first day back was unexpectedly long (10 hours, which I was not adequately provisioned for) and arduous (our bridge is currently not open to cars, so we had to walk incredibly heavy things like road grader blades across, down a hill, and through an alder thicket). I am tired and know that my shoulders will be screaming in the morning. When I came home from work, a friend of my dad's was there for the night with his wife and six of their closest friends. I probably would have spent another night in the house if not for them, but knew that I could not handle that much people right now, so made repetative wheelbarrow trips out to my yurt. I still dont have real bedding - just a sleeping bag - but will get it taken care of tomorrow. I am goign to wake up to a frigid yurt, but hope to be able to cope gracefully with it.
I am hoping to make it to my first bellydance class tomorrow, and hit the local library. Wednesday is my first all night at the river. Thank goodness for Kiska the bear alarm and confidence booster.
I am excited.
I want to post a long treatise on life the universe and everything, but instead I am tired and need to go to bed.
I will have to just say: getting here was long and exhausting. Being here is great. I am still discombobulated - havent figured out anything such as calling people or even knowing where I live, but all things in time . . .
This morning lacing up my workboots was deja vu all over again, as I begin yet another summer working for Fish and Game. This is my sixth summer as a fisheries tech. My first day back was unexpectedly long (10 hours, which I was not adequately provisioned for) and arduous (our bridge is currently not open to cars, so we had to walk incredibly heavy things like road grader blades across, down a hill, and through an alder thicket). I am tired and know that my shoulders will be screaming in the morning. When I came home from work, a friend of my dad's was there for the night with his wife and six of their closest friends. I probably would have spent another night in the house if not for them, but knew that I could not handle that much people right now, so made repetative wheelbarrow trips out to my yurt. I still dont have real bedding - just a sleeping bag - but will get it taken care of tomorrow. I am goign to wake up to a frigid yurt, but hope to be able to cope gracefully with it.
I am hoping to make it to my first bellydance class tomorrow, and hit the local library. Wednesday is my first all night at the river. Thank goodness for Kiska the bear alarm and confidence booster.