Ah, she is no longer the girl she once was on that crazy freshman year of college. Or our 1st Fall in Jackson Hole, Wyoming. My Blackout, amazing girlfriend is now a woman intrigued by healthfoods, vampires and snow lepoards. She glows, habla espanol and sleeps in a silky kimono. She is right next to me and giving me rest in her warm, loving home before I rise in the morning to mother 6 incredibly lucky children for 16 days in the greater Yellowstone wilderness.
I am so overwhelmed with love upon return to my green, happy town. I long to embrace my community and reconnect with friends, but I will have to wait 2 weeks. This Teton Crest wilderness expedition sends shivers through my bones! It is a chance to share my passion for wildlife, natural beauty, simple living, community living with youth. It is an opportunity to unveil the secrets of the Earth and ourselves on trails overgrown with wildflowers, rivers spilling over with new rain and mountains breathing through the melted snow. I give thanks to Wilderness Ventures for calling me home to lead this trip. To share this blessed land I love and see it for the first time through new, twinkling eyes of our future. I cannot wait to meet the 6 highschool freshmen flying in tomorrow for backcountry, boating and belaying. The trip entails trailers, rations, latrine shovels and travelers checks- artistic* flare that the International trips lack and that I have lost no time celebrating.
As I drift fast away, I recal the Apurimac river. Watching burning meteors stream across the night sky, nesting upon the highest rock towering above the white water below and in the court of a jagged, mountain skyline. Eating "potatoes of the earth" on a golden, mountainside meadow before hanging from a parachute looping figure eights through the heavens of the Sacred Valley. I recal El Arbol and a seasoned fleet of diverse musicians creating song, one after the other, passing the limelight from guitar to drums to flutes to hangs and then relishing in free cake and chai tea. I remember the toothless smiles and cannot believe that in a blink of an eye I am in another world, only to carry the vigor and vivacity that is Peru wherever I go.
I remember Machu Picchu, dancing, learning hebrew (sababba) and strange fruits at market. I smile for those that will see these things in me and believe in local clinics, cafes that change lives, angels breaking falls because there I have had surgery, there I have seen the children and by their watch I have walked away... with renewed love for life.
Feeling exceptionally delirious and wishing all a Happy 4th of July.
Write soon from the Tetons in a couple of weeks.
Keep It Simple Stupid.
*Aaron "Blackass" Black, my co/leader asks, What is art? and Who is your favorite artist?
I told him, quite frankly, My mother.
I am so overwhelmed with love upon return to my green, happy town. I long to embrace my community and reconnect with friends, but I will have to wait 2 weeks. This Teton Crest wilderness expedition sends shivers through my bones! It is a chance to share my passion for wildlife, natural beauty, simple living, community living with youth. It is an opportunity to unveil the secrets of the Earth and ourselves on trails overgrown with wildflowers, rivers spilling over with new rain and mountains breathing through the melted snow. I give thanks to Wilderness Ventures for calling me home to lead this trip. To share this blessed land I love and see it for the first time through new, twinkling eyes of our future. I cannot wait to meet the 6 highschool freshmen flying in tomorrow for backcountry, boating and belaying. The trip entails trailers, rations, latrine shovels and travelers checks- artistic* flare that the International trips lack and that I have lost no time celebrating.
As I drift fast away, I recal the Apurimac river. Watching burning meteors stream across the night sky, nesting upon the highest rock towering above the white water below and in the court of a jagged, mountain skyline. Eating "potatoes of the earth" on a golden, mountainside meadow before hanging from a parachute looping figure eights through the heavens of the Sacred Valley. I recal El Arbol and a seasoned fleet of diverse musicians creating song, one after the other, passing the limelight from guitar to drums to flutes to hangs and then relishing in free cake and chai tea. I remember the toothless smiles and cannot believe that in a blink of an eye I am in another world, only to carry the vigor and vivacity that is Peru wherever I go.
I remember Machu Picchu, dancing, learning hebrew (sababba) and strange fruits at market. I smile for those that will see these things in me and believe in local clinics, cafes that change lives, angels breaking falls because there I have had surgery, there I have seen the children and by their watch I have walked away... with renewed love for life.
Feeling exceptionally delirious and wishing all a Happy 4th of July.
Write soon from the Tetons in a couple of weeks.
Keep It Simple Stupid.
*Aaron "Blackass" Black, my co/leader asks, What is art? and Who is your favorite artist?
I told him, quite frankly, My mother.
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