How Do You October?

We’ve started running, and for the first time, Caleb is putting in more miles than I am. It’s not a race or a competition, but we do our cardio in opposite directions or on different loops — because Caleb doesn’t want to have to run the same lap twice if he doesn’t have to. This is unlike many of our neighbors, who get their steps in by doing circles in the community, which reminds me of my familiar route with two blind dogs, as it seemed easier to walk a repetitive path, so they would bump into less. Perhaps I shorted them of new smells and other adventures we could’ve otherwise had, but this keeps the elderly in the shade, on smooth pavement, and close to home in case there’s a bathroom or friend in need.

It’s neat to see the switch in my friends’ group ages. As a child, I was in the same grade or friends with their older and younger siblings. Perhaps I enjoyed the company of my parents’ friends, but I never confided in them the same as I did my generation. In my twenties, I gave up hanging out with teenagers for those in their third decade of life, as we changed between jobs and locations. My thirties have been spent with a more international array of companions, and the ages are ever growing upward as I continue to mature. These days, a majority of my conversations are with people over 60. I appreciate their time with me and their dedication to themselves.

I finished reading The Last Campaign: Sherman, Geronimo and the War for America by H.W. Brands for the October book club, where we will discuss the bloodshed of this book and of our combined knowledge of the history of this country. Many of the women chose not to finish the book, as it just reminded them of their school days, but I would read another book or visit a museum, or a park of history, because I appreciate the message. I suppose this is also why I don’t watch the news, and why, when I’m their age, I might feel the same way. The November book is The Briar Club by Kate Quinn. It’s about a bunch of women and their stories (some merging of historical characters and some interesting truths).

The other books I’ve finished this month are Doctors and Distillers: The remarkable medicinal history of beer, wine, spirits, and cocktails by Camper English, How the World Eats: A global food philosophy by Julian Baggini, The Art of Thinking Clearly by Rolf Dobelli, and A Crack in Creation: Gene editing and the unthinkable power to control evolution by Doudna and Sternberg (on loan from Roberto) who has many more books on his shelf that I might eventually read including Educated by Tara Westover. He likes to take notes in the margins and writes definitions too, so I get a peek at his perspective.

I’ve tried scrubbing the glass shower doors, and so has Caleb. We have removed the soap scum, but the years of limescale remain until we use more elbow grease and a better cleaning agent. I’m glad replacing the air filter was easier, but the amount of gunk on there reminds me of someone’s house that was covered in mold (even in the freezer!) People worry about saving enough for retirement, and silly me, I thought that was only for food, rent, and medical bills, but we will need to keep the modern currency (cash, card, Venmo, Bitcoin) handy when we’re ancient and need help cleaning around the house.

I have a gardening friend, Russ, and I’m not sure what his plan was, but he wanted pictures of my yard so he could send me something. I called him when I didn’t hear back, and he laughed, thinking I was joking about the few bushes I claimed. He knew me better when I had a large backyard, but I’m also great at container gardening and love having plants inside — so why don’t I yet — oh ya, because retirement is cheap when you’re sleeping in the woods or on a spare bed at a relative’s house, but the bills show up and all those plans of shopping and flying around the world have to be done as the budget allows.

Ryan and Fallon entering Universal Studios

I got some mail for a guy named Keith. Turns out he never lived here, but whoever he’s hiding from is still looking. We got a knock on the door, and I was unusually excited that the man was here to serve Keith papers; something I’ve only seen in the movies. People are more susceptible to having their mailboxes be used this way if it doesn’t lock, so I don’t know what his plans were, as junk mail follows us everywhere. I bought us tickets for an evening at Snappers Comedy Club to see Flip Schultz, and he wasn’t the only one providing entertainment. We got to listen to the woman behind us complain about her meal (repeatedly), and there was a heckler in the crowd with his magnifying glass (even though he was half-dressed to wear a monocle).

Sarah, our friendliest neighbor, invites me to the pool to meet Susie, and I’m not sure if we will swim, read, or just chat, so I put on sunscreen and bring a hat and drink. Caleb joins us, and we sit for an hour, then Caleb and I get in to cool off as Susie goes to check on Christine’s cat, Dar (which means gift in Russian). We return home to bake cookies for a road trip the next day. We will meet at Fallon’s and ride with her and Ryan to Orlando for a delayed birthday excursion because Halloween Horror Nights doesn’t run in September. Brandi will join us at Saltgrass Steak House for dinner and too much chocolate cake before we go to the park.

Jess, Caleb, Brandi, Fallon, Ryan at Universal

For guys, or the squeamish, maybe don’t read this paragraph. I debated sharing this, but I want to look back in twenty years and still laugh at its absurdity. I went to the bathroom and proceeded to make a mess all over my legs, the toilet, and the floor. I cleaned the public property but failed to do as good a job on myself, which Caleb pointed out to me once I was back in line. There was dried splatter all over the back of my legs, so I spit-cleaned them and told our friends it was mosquitoes causing the fuss because I didn’t want to admit what had happened with all my years of experience, but it would have been hilarious.

What wasn’t funny was having a guy cough on the back of my neck while we yet again stood in another line — yay, theme park! I wanted to turn around and punch him in the throat, but I calmly told him how his behavior was unkind. With wait times of over an hour, portable fans and drink carts were set up to provide relief from the heat and humidity. Brandi tried to scare me in one of the haunted houses, but I bumped into her and thought she was an employee. I overheard, “There should be a Terminator House, but the likeness of ‘Arnold’ is too expensive.” I definitely showered when we got home after 3am.

We watched Devil in Disguise: John Wayne Gacy documentary. There is a drama series of the same name. We also watched (years ago) Monster: The Jeffrey Dahmer Story, and these two have so much in common, except for when the police ask questions (if they bother at all). Murder is usually portrayed in films as comedy, drama, and action — explosions and hero suits, even though there’s a wide audience who watch true crime shows and write to inmates to learn more about their rituals and reasons. There is a gruesome reality to the dangers we expose ourselves to, especially when getting in a stranger’s car or going to their house, something I still see kindness in.

I got an email from our energy company about installing EnergyWise products on our water heater and A/C (as the old ones were outdated and not currently enrolled), which can get us rebates on our bill. The wiring in this place is hectic, and when Colin went to adjust some wires, he tripped the main breaker. He also left the light on in the attic all night because I didn’t notice it until morning. The changes are designed to be unnoticeable and maintain comfort. They also provide a surge-protection plan, but that comes with a monthly fee, and I’m sure they’ll get plenty of those while we live here.

posted for sale

I got us tickets to a local farm, thinking it would be a fun way to spend the day, but I was sadly mistaken. They had so many activities listed on their website, but most of them weren’t available while we were there. It’s a good thing Fallon was busy making brownies for a kid’s Halloween party and feeding us the edges so she could use the gooey centers to make hearts, pumpkins, and brains. It was quite a process to paint the veins with chocolate and then peel them from the molds. Caleb ordered me a keyboard stand so that I could sit and play comfortably instead of kneeling in front of it while it was set on our shoe bench (that we got rid of).

I’m using an app that can listen to me play and teach me how to use my left hand — and then both at the same time! I knew the process wouldn’t be easy, so I look forward to the struggle of my daily lessons as I can hear myself improving, especially as I learn to read more notes. The app also slows down play, which feels more difficult, though I usually practice slower than that because it has a wait mode, even though I’m excited to get to a point where I can play the songs at their intended speeds. The day is not over as Sarah invites us to dinner and a show at Dunedin Brewery. We met a couple with matching hops tattoos that they got on their fifth anniversary after being wed in a different brewery.

Jess between some Witches of Dunedin

We moved to the other side of the venue and met a Canadian programmer and her computer geek husband with their daughter, who was reading a book before she kindly got up to get me a stool (that I didn’t ask for) after her dad gave his up for Sarah. We watch the Witches of Dunedin arrive on their decorated golf carts, and perform one dance before a fifteen-minute photo opportunity with the crowd, before they ride their electric brooms to the next stage of the evening. They do this every weekend in October and change their charity of choice every year. We finish the evening with a sweet treat, one that I need to walk off a bit after Sarah drops us home.

Caleb patched my paddleboard and we were going to take them out at Sunset Beach, even if the temperature was 68°, but it was smelly tow tide when we arrived, so we walked the sand instead. We get into the hottub upon return and the bubbles are furious as they attempt their escape from the chlorine soup. While visiting with Sarah later, a neighbor, Jan, comes over and she gifts me one of the scones she brought. We exchange numbers and I get back to the house so Caleb and I can dog sit Macaroni for a few hours and then join Terry, Karley, and Al for dinner at Shaker & Peel.

gift from Jessi to Caleb

The next day we meet Agim, our new maintenance guy, after the hottub and then get invited poolside by Jan so we can meet her husband Adrian. They’ve been together 18 years and he’s got some musical background so he offers to come over and teach me the thumb-under-finger transition on the keyboard. We’ll spend a couple hours at our place, and Adrian will play us a few songs before we walk to theirs so Jan can cook the stir-fry she had planned for their evening meal. The next day, Jan and Adrian bring by sourdough starter for Caleb.

Caleb’s desk arrives first so he’ll spend the afternoon putting it together and arranging scissors, yarns, needles, and other accoutrements for his crafts while I help Sarah rehang some of her art after she had some work done at her place. This book club meeting, being my second, gives a chance for us to go more in-depth about our histories in the mansions and fields of Chicago, the horses and guns in North Carolina, the siblings in Long Island, and the simplicity of riding around in Ohio (which reminded me of my mom’s high school years in Kansas).

My desk arrives three days later and I’m excited to put my pens, papers, and decorations in their place. It’s been years since I’ve had a designated writing spot that wasn’t Caleb’s kitchen stool at the couch or on my cellphone in a quiet corner or cafe. I’ll spend six and a half hours at Fallon’s with her floofer Zeus letting him outside to chase squirrels and lizards, then back inside to catch his breath and cool down before he returns to the chase and heat. Caleb has gone with Fallon to fix her son’s car, but who wants to replace a transmission when they can get a new ride. They agree to tow it home in the morning while I find glow-in-the-dark sea animals to adorn my creative corner.

I’m out the door one morning after an evening rain and a plant waters my ear and releases its weight so it can return to being out of my way. I do my short run even though my program suggests I run five miles at a 7:50/m pace. I don’t think so. When I get home I realize it’s been five weeks since we moved in and I still don’t have an electric bill. The guy who answers tells me to call back next week to ensure they’re doing their job. I don’t think so. Turns out, it takes six weeks for them to read the meter even though I could see my daily use.

thanks to Phil Watson at shaaark.com for the animal inspiration

We set off on a late morning walk and instead, Caleb helps solder a woman’s chewed wire in her car after finding out the dealership would want over $1,000. The squirrel had left his partially-chewed nut behind and Caleb was able to get that out, too. Then I go to Sarah’s to help her offload some of her art supplies onto me. I thought I had color pencils already, but hers are specifically for faces, landscapes, and shading among the other sets she gifted me. I’m looking forward to exploring a new hobby! Caleb’s sister has found she enjoys cross-stitching and will gift Caleb a framed piece for his desk.

Jan and Sarah invite us to dinner to meet more neighbors, Deb and Bill, and the David’s who don’t eat cucumbers. We were able to get more talking done after we were fed and especially once we moved outside to a quieter atmosphere. We sang Siobhán, a passing stranger, “Happy Birthday” and then took pictures with the statues in front of the Dunedin History Museum which we agree we should come back and visit. The next day, Mary Jo is driving me to Largo so we can explore her friend’s estate sale. I return with the wrong size frame for the intended piece, but found a map that fit perfectly.

As we continue to unpack, taking our sweet time, Caleb is able to get the cuckoo clock up and running. After being in a box for so long, one of the chains was tangled. It’s still off on telling the accurate time, but I love listening to the chimes, so I’m not concerned about adjusting the pendulum. I’m just so glad to have it out, even if it has to be above eye level for the weights to have room to move. I do prefer it silenced while I practice on the keyboard though. A few songs I’m working on — Bella Ciao, Italian Traditional; Rondo Alla Turca, Mozart; Fields of Gold, Sting; and Swan Lake, Tchaikovsky.

No month would be complete without a visit to Mellow Mushroom, except all the other excellent months that have passed without a trip to our favorite pizzeria. This dinner would be unlike any other and this restaurant is a great place for making memories. We got a medium pie on a small tray and when I went to grab a slice, I dumped half the pizza on the floor. Caleb was devastated thinking he would have to eat floor pizza, but the waitress was kind enough to get the kitchen to make us another.

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Periodically Sweaty Lifestyle

This brings us to the end of our fifty-one days in Missoula. I gave away a box of snacks and coffee that wouldn’t fit in the car – and will somehow be surprised by how many little bags of these items I continue to find – as we did plan for twenty-mile days for five months, so this supply should now last twice as long. I return the bear cans in the mail, donate our hiking clothes that I hoped would survive the trail and put our sheets in the wash and said our goodbyes.

packing up the garden

August isn’t over yet and there is more family to see on the way to our new home in Florida. We get to Terri’s, Caleb’s mom, in the afternoon and though we had thought about camping there, the guard midgets, Bean and Millie, were unhappy about us being there. The neighbor’s dog seemed pleased to join in the constant barking that would accompany our time moving boxes and taping them shut for their upcoming trip over a thousand miles east and thirty-one miles north.

Kris, Jessi, Caleb and Caleb, Kris, Robert

After catching up with a childhood friend and the best man at Caleb’s brother Kris’s wedding, Caleb Voldberg, we met the family and then went to dinner at The Legion with him and his wife. We see him again, along with Kevin Edwards, another childhood friend at the gas station in the morning. Caleb has to drive to a town an hour away to pick up the U-haul, so we don’t have to wait for one to arrive, and Terri has a friend come out and help Caleb push her large wood-burning oven up the trailer ramp because her daughter-in-law just isn’t strong enough.

Terri and her things

We stop in Glendive, MT before dark and take the wrong road leaving Fargo the next day which costs us half an hour. It’s a good thing they gave us five days. I ask Rob if he’s from FL University because I can see his laptop login from where I’m sitting in the hotel lobby and I notice that he has one of Caleb’s family names. He says he’s not and asks if I work there. Caleb and I will part ways — him to his brother’s house in Michigan and me to my aunt’s house in Wisconsin.

my cousin’s house

I get to Aunt Janet’s house and meet my cousin’s husband Josh, their three dogs, and Janet’s granddaughter Natalie. Christina brings us cold brew coffees after work. Josh takes the dogs home, a half hour drive, while the girls go out to dinner. I’ll stay at Christina’s and stay in her son Carter’s bed while he takes the couch for the night. I only see her other son Douglas in passing. Someone got into my leftovers so I leave them in the fridge. I’ll struggle with the detour around the downed bridge near Laona but lucky me that all roads don’t lead to gas stations and private gates.

the river

We spend the week at Kris’s playing cards for hours, eating fresh-baked biscuits, ziplining over the river, finding frogs and snakes in the woods, grilling meats and veggies, getting the baby ducks water time, doing yardwork and rewarding ourselves with fresh-picked crab apples, and watching the boys collect worms for the chickens and pet turtle. We washed the car, walked the driveway, went out for Thai food, stayed in their travel trailer in the yard and Caleb and Kris spent half a day running errands. I’ll get half a donut for our last breakfast there as one of the dogs ate the other half when I was distracted.

Michigan creatures

We spend three days driving south stopping in Lafayette, IN (with a large cookie, dill pretzels, and cheese stick for dinner), Acworth, GA, and then enjoy a delicious dinner at Mellow Mushroom after dropping off the trailer. We spend the weekend in Ruskin with Terry and Karley — a day in the pool and a day to recover while sleeping on their boat (with a similar mattress situation as the Navy). We visit with Fallon and stop at the store for anti-itch cream (something I have not missed) to tackle the no-see-ums as they make you want to tear your skin off — mosquito bites just swell.

Jordan on the riding mower

Finally move-in day is upon us. I will bring boxes upstairs (while waiting on a new fridge to arrive that doesn’t leak brown goo even though the water line was cut) while Caleb takes trips back and forth from our storage unit. The delivery guys take off the doors and Caleb takes off the hand railings and the fridge barely squeezes through. It’s a good thing these appliances have long shelf lives. I’ll take a break between deep cleaning (textured tile) and unpacking to let my heat rash cool. Caleb will fix the sink leaks that were supposedly already done, especially if you turn off the main water valve.

“On the road again” 🎵

Our first visitor will be our friend Al, who hasn’t seen us since April, so feels the need to take us to dinner. Caleb builds us a couch and a new bed frame, Fallon loans us her tile cleaning machine, as does our new neighbor Sarah, and Karley brings her dog Macaroni with her to help us paint, so we take her out to dinner. It’s been awhile since we’ve been in a place with a touch of color and our art on the walls. It feels good to be moved in and know that we’ll be here for a few years. It will be our decision or unforseen circumstances that choose our next destination and when.

When in Florida…

Our neighbors are friendly and I’m quickly invited to join the local book club. I don’t have time to read the September pick. Still, I already think the educational, historical, and empowering themes are an improvement on the murder manias that were chosen from the last group. We find a two-mile walking loop and will soon expand it to four. We make the guest bed and I remember that we got rid of the twin mattress when we got a queen for free, so the sheets I bought for it are useless.

turtlely awesome tower

They won’t be the only thing we’re donating, especially since I’ve been warned by my hoarder friend (didn’t realize there was a clinical scale) about amassing too many things. Moving every few years is convenient for clearing clutter, but moving every year keeps items hidden in boxes that you may no longer want or need, but don’t know you have. Our first house guest arrives with part of his family — the older two children stayed in San Diego in high school while the six and nine-year-old (who we’ve met before) came with their mom and new dog Shaggy. The name is fitting.

We hadn’t seen them in over three years so I appreciate McKay taking the detour down half of Florida to come visit us, even if for less than 24 hours. We enjoy the pool (and patiently wait for the hottub to be fixed and reapproved for use), Caleb bakes a variety of bread loaves (a spicy garlic and an herb), Sarah loans me some puzzles, and I hang the windchime I got from Rickee (a Montana family friend). We don’t have everything done (a keyboard stand or new writing desk, and with the way I keep to-do lists, we never will.

I forgot to mention that we have replaced our windshield three times this year. The first time due to a growing crack before we left in May (so that it would be ok and look new after being stored for months, which turned out to be way less). Anyway, we had to replace it again when we got to Washington for a stress fracture (not a road hazard so covered by the company’s replacement plan). Only months later are we met with the same instance — wake up to a crack over six inches long that has sprouted over night –and then driving over 1,500 miles.

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Large Escapades Above the Little Stones

Stevensville parade

August has been an abrupt month. Caleb’s foot is feeling better now that he’s not hiking in the California desert and though we try to get into a routine here in Missoula, while we wait for PCT Days in Oregon, it isn’t easy. Also, this has been a year of loss of at least six people, mostly family members across the country. I could write another post about that.

Caleb with cow apron and Lady with sheep napkin

We carpool together to Stevensville for their 112th Annual Creamery Picnic Weekend on Saturday. This is possibly the oldest ongoing community festival in Montana. The first picnic occurred in 1911 after the community rebuilt the creamery in 39 days following a fire. We start with a visit to the Masonic Temple for their breakfast plate, and though seconds are welcomed, our bellies are full.

Caleb, Jessi, Lyra, Sam

We have a look at their historic maps and case of memorabilia before walking to Main St. We peruse the locals’ tents while Jake buys Caleb a new apron (that he’ll surprise him with later) and Jessi buys a rainbow variety of juice shots to try before the parade. We have a laugh at the mix of poo, ginger, cayenne, etc. flavors as none of us want to finish the one Lyra chose. The parade comes with inflatables, dancers, and loud horns.

Jake, Jessi, Lyra, Sam

One girl is overwhelmed and handling the situation by covering her ears and crying quietly, but the mom refuses to give her to grandma so that she can lecture the child instead. I remember how it felt to be that kid, and since I would be told to mind my business, I decided to walk away and view the rest of the parade while picking up candy. We are approached in the park by a preteen who tells us a joke: What’s a kidnapper’s favorite shoe? White Vans. lol.

wildflowers

Sunday, I spent the afternoon in a nap and after dinner, we all tie-dyed shirts so we could wear them the next day to celebrate Jessi’s 44th birthday at St. Regis Minigolf, an hour away. We bring a deck of UNO: show ’em no mercy cards to make the score more laughable by adding points and switching the totals among all the players. I’m glad I wasn’t in charge of all that math, but so much fun was had.

wooden horse in the making

We’ll have birthday cake for breakfast and two visits to the Western Montana Fair, a six-day event that was started in 1875. We’ll take the kids in the afternoon and then return with their parents in the evening. I’ll spin the wheel with Jessi laughing and Sam helping on the teacups ride named Tornado while Caleb watches. We take a moment to stumble off and then find Jake and Lyra who went to find a ride suitable for people prone to motion sickness.

art at Western Montana Fair

We bought enough food for a month since we would be out of town for ten days. We will take what we can fit in the car with the kids to the cabin and Jessi will bring the rest, along with dinner, when she arrives at my bedtime. I spent the evening putting together a 500-piece puzzle and then sat on the grass and stared at the moon and its reflection on the lake in the silence that only early morning can bring.

Big Sky Country

Once I’ve woken, I sit by the water’s edge to read with the sounds of water lapping on shore, the train horn across the lake, the birds in the trees, the fast boats on the water, and the whispering neighbors on the next dock over. Being at the cabin feels like the closest comparison to being on trail – more nature, fewer people – which is what we had planned, so it feels right. We spent half an hour with a mantid before returning it to the grass.

cabin porch

Though the kids are older, they have maintained their curiosity and respect for bugs, unless it’s a spider and then all kindness is gone as arachnids are the number one family fear. I’ll take a morning at the cabin to jump in the 68° water while the fog dissipates from the surface. I felt excited to do so, but still had to talk myself into it. Walking on the wet, chilly grass after was painful on my already cold feet.

cabin mantid

Another Saturday, another parade, this one in Trout Creek for the 45th Annual Huckleberry Festival. There is purple hair, cannon fire, Frisbee giveaways, and huckleberry taffy among the tossed candy. We walk to the other end of town to look at glass, wood, pottery, jewelry, etc., and get huckleberry ice cream. Sam drives us back to the cabin and Uncle Ed calls to let us know cousin Eric had a heart attack in his 40s. Four days later, he’ll call to let us know his kid didn’t make it.

68° foggy lake

Caleb is able to get the boat started and on the water, but it doesn’t get far. We’ve decided to sell it so that we don’t have to worry about transport, storage, repairs, and maintenance. The kids find water balloons to throw at Caleb and decorate rocks for them to find underwater, repeatedly, for over an hour. I jump in but quickly lie in the sun to warm up. I cut up a hami melon and made egg salad.

kids on the water

Caleb cuts up half a watermelon and makes waffles and raspberry lemonade. I’ll paddleboard to the trestle bridge, which seems easy enough, but the return requires more effort as I wonder if the clouds are moving or if I am. It turns out the wind is blowing both away from the dock. I will celebrate with baked s’mores and step outside while Caleb talks to the officer responding to a call about gunfire. Later, the neighbor lets us know a gunsmith lives down the road.

sunset at the cabin

I sit in the grass and listen to the deer chew when they will let me. I sit on the dock and watch the sunset while Caleb picks up forgotten hooks. I sit on the porch and glance at hummingbirds while I read. I sit at the table and puzzle while others eat or watch TV. I sit on the toilet too, but you don’t want to read about that. When I’m not busy sitting, I’m walking or sleeping, such is life at the cabin.

our boat

The parents come and go as they have duties and a 17th birthday party to prepare for. Jake has made the cake from Daniel Tiger’s Neighborhood: The Smushed Cake and the presentation is fitting. They will light the candles hours after Lady tries to swim on top of Denis after pushing him off the paddleboard. Jake, Jessi, and Sam jump in to rescue a dog each as Rufus wanted in on the swimming action.

un-smushed cake by Jake

I spent our last day at the cabin in the grass and out of the 20mph wind gusts carrying smoky air from fires in Washington and Montana. I watch the same breeze make the trees dance and the clouds shape shift. Caleb, Jessi, and I will leave the next morning and drive to the Deschutes River State Rec Area. Ranger Ian suggests some hikes and we see three snakes (Great Basin Rattlesnake, Gophersnake, and unknown) on Blackberry Trail, along with ripe berries, some behind spiders with the threat of ticks and the promise of thorns.

in Oregon

We are camped beside a Boy Scouts troop, but have no issue falling asleep as they obey common campground policies. I walk barefoot (another reason I love the cabin) past the 18 geese enjoying the field. We arrive at Cascade Locks for PCT Days and park behind the lot reserved for volunteers, sponsors, vendors, and campers on Thunder Island. We were going to participate in the city clean-up but it was canceled due to rain.

fruit biscuit from Lt Sparkles

We instead get to spend the morning visiting booths as they set up. I appreciate the more personal time to connect with people traveling from around the globe to support the hikers, hippies, homeless, and happy campers who walked, drove, and flew to be here too. While waiting in line for breakfast, I happened to see two guys I’ve been following on Instagram. They are surprised there are still a bunch of people hiking in Northern California, as one has finished and the other will be in Washington after this weekend.

Great Basin Rattlesnake

I collect about 30 stickers and see Umi, now named “Weak Lips” because he sweats profusely when eating spicy foods. He will get a temporary neck tattoo from the PCTA to match Caleb and me. We join Rachel (Jessi’s childhood bestie) and her husband Chris for dinner at Thunderbird Bar in Portland (and move inside to escape the cigarette smoke) after visiting Nathan (another bestie) at his store How Convenient.

Deschutes River

We buy carbs from his pop-up vendor, The Sourdough Dealer PDX (an abbreviation to separate her from the baker in Bossier), and Caleb compares her bread to the Boudin Cafe in San Francisco (if only she would let her dough ferment a bit longer). Jessi gets the guest room and we get the Pink Room in the basement, too insulated to hear the overnight rain.

PCT Days

The next day is a necessary oil change (twice the price in Portland) and then a visit to the Gresham Farmer’s Market to see Rachel’s vector control booth, listen to Bruno entertain his hipster audience, and sample some delicious cheeses before grabbing some for the road. Jessi and Caleb volunteer from noon to four while I grab them food and coffee and collect wood “cookies” that others have made via crosscut saw at the Forest Service booth.

new glasses and a beanie from PCT Days

I trade their volunteer-earned raffle tickets with Umi for a foldable sit pad. He later wins a Hyperlite Mountain Gear bag and other gear. I’m happy to support other hikers, especially when they are staying for the rescheduled raffle drawing, while we drive to Uncle Ed’s to spend the night. After a five-minute hug with Aunt Lorraine, her husband asks that she sit so she can rest her bruised knee. We go to bed thrilled to see each other but exhausted under the circumstances.

mantid on Lyra

Caleb drives straight to Missoula while Jessi and I visit Aunt Jamie (Ed’s sister) and Uncle Kevin and their critters before driving to the family cabin, equidistant from Oak Harbor, so that Jessi can drive the truck back. I stay behind to bask in the silence that only comes with no kids or pets in the country (vs the city). I will drive into the other lane to avoid helping a suicidal turkey take himself out in front of his family with five poults!

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Tiny Excursions Under the Big Sky

family cabin and lake view

We packed up, on a Monday afternoon, for our first trip to Jake’s family cabin near Trout Creek, and brought the kids. These teens might seem doom and gloom when living in their rooms, but escaping to the countryside, where their parents were married many moons ago, reveals their fun side of swimming, fishing, sitting by the fire, playing board games (Oh Gnome You Don’t), and kayaking, etc.

trail near cabin

I spent a few afternoons reading on the porch and watching the hummingbirds eat and the Yellowish flycatchers nesting some eggs. I went paddleboarding when the wind would allow and Caleb fell in and climbed out on another dock. I did a puzzle and Jessi brought the dogs out for a day. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen the old guy (Rufus) run and he would need a week of rest to recover.

cabin outhouse

It felt great to have grass under bare feet and starry skies above, even though I wasn’t the one waiting up to see them. There’s a dirt path near a ranger’s station where you can see the guys training while some deer watch and others run like they’re being chased. Our Bayliner boat is stashed in the trees in a currently non-working condition, so Caleb will charge the battery and have a look. I’d almost forgotten we owned a watercraft.

Lyra by the fire
Missoula

I wonder if it will make it to Florida with us or if we will sell it to a nearby cabin. We got lucky having a driveway large enough to store it when we lived in California. The Sunshine State believes that boats belong on the water or stacked in storage for the monthly rent fee of an apartment in Kansas (500 sq. ft.) or Ohio (1000 sq. ft.). The tarp has been torn by the weather, so the shade is appreciated on the interior.

Millie and baseball

There’s a train track on the other side of the water and the engineer only has to honk here for passing wildlife. There’s a boat ramp down the road, which is helpful since Sam caught the only decent fish within a mile of the cabin’s dock. The kids invite us to play a game: hammer nails into a log with the claw side, in turn, until someone gets theirs in. Lyra has luck smashing hers sideways. We stay another night, our fourth, and leave early before the next guests arrive.

Glacier National Park

Saturday afternoon we walk with Jake through the open-air market stalls selling huckleberries for $120/lb. and tree bark vases that a woman collects after the wood has rotted out of the center. There are international carbs, a clown miming on the stairs, and an author signing of Aligning the Glacier’s Ghost. We will ask each other questions from the deck of Mind the Gap, a card game that spans from Boomer to Gen Z, when we get home.

Glacier National Park

On Sunday afternoon we attended a local baseball game, the PaddleHeads vs the Voyagers, without Sam. There was entertainment between each inning, kids selling raffle tickets in their uniforms, and lots of dancing by Jake to get a shirt (very white and XL). We get some Mountain Berry Bowls to tide us over while Jake bakes two rhubarb pies (one custard, one apple) and three galettes (one red tomato, one yellow, one with both).

Glacier National Park

Another afternoon, this one on Tuesday, we drive to Glacier National Park as it starts to rain. The gate has timed entry between 7a and 3p. It seems more cars are leaving as we park to hike near Lincoln Lake. I’d forgotten how much water is here as we usually come in winter when the Going-to-the-Sun Road is closed. The fog rolls in thick enough between the rock wall and the cliff that I don’t dare take a picture again until we’re on the other side of it.

Glacier National Park

Our campsite for the evening has decided to ban tent and cowboy camping due to high bear frequency and a bed for the night starts at $240, so car camping it is. We’re able to put everything in the front seat but even I don’t fit in the backseat; I can imagine Caleb’s level of discomfort. I’ll read hunched over with the light that’s left and then curl up and tuck in for sleep like a lopsided piece of luggage.

Glacier National Park

I’m grateful for the early morning light as we make our way back across the park, though many have risen before us. There is intermittent fog rising from the valley but also quickly disappearing parking availability (not all in designated spots) as a line of cars makes their way east. The sunrise is beautiful, this place is magical, and the weather is constantly changing. We left our rain gear in Missoula, forgetting that the only thing we weren’t prepared for was hail.

BSP Birdeater tarantula & Atlas moth

Luckily, there is none here, but some trail friends were treated with a shower of icy stones in the Sierras. (Yes, I’m still tracking their PCT progress daily) Returning over the pass, we are met with many a car that can’t seem to stay in their lane. People are walking on the edge of the road, causing an increase in the erosion that leads to landslides in these types of terrain. We still manage to find a beach to ourselves. 

Ismenius Tiger & Isabella’s Longwing

The line at the visitor center looks like a familiar sight in Disney, as these tourists wait for the shuttle, but with as much gear as we packed for a week. Perhaps many of them will be staying in the backcountry but the herds of kids say otherwise. A woman wants to rent bear spray, which I didn’t even know was an option, but is definitely a money-making opportunity. The gate is even worse as we pass miles of vehicles waiting to get in, with at least 300 cars allowed per two-hour window.

Postman & Owl

Thursday, we visit the Butterfly House and Insectarium, which has ants, spiders, walking sticks, and a variety of roaches, some that you can hold, but not the touchy, tantalizing tarantula. Outside there are at least 20 varieties of now-winged caterpillars and moths, such as the Attacus atlas, one of the largest in the world. We’re asked to watch our step so we don’t squish the button quail running around, adorable in their many colors.

Delores & Moose

We got to watch an employee release some fresh hatches and view some struggling to escape the cocoon – all part of their life cycle. My favorite is the Dead Leaf for its remarkable camouflage. This house doesn’t have a license for all the life stages, so they buy butterflies from farms. We stop by the free seed library for some basil and green onions among so many herbs and veggies and grab some for Jessi too.

Lady sleeping

Puddle, the guinea pig, gets time in the grass while being protected from becoming another toy for Lady. Saturday, we helped Jake and Jessi, with the kids participating, reenact their wedding and honeymoon from 20 years ago. It was great fun. While the couple went to dinner, the kids introduced us to films such as The Infernal Cauldron and Le Voyage dans La Lune from the 1900s and they tried Madeleine cookies, one of my faves.

Romanesco broccoli

Caleb goes to bed but the rest of us stay up to watch the storm roll in – clouds change color, lightning flashes before thunder, and then the winds (max 7mph) blow the rain onto the porch where we (the adults) stood huddled with our arms crossed for warmth while the kids got wet without a care.

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Melting Away in Missoula

A decision had to be made and that was to drive back to Missoula to stay with Caleb’s sister, Jessi, for two weeks while Caleb tried to stay off his feet. It’s rough on me to drive with no intention of stopping until we arrive at our destination. This has never been why I drive over choosing to fly, but Caleb was stuck between putting his foot on the dash or cramming himself in the back seat – both uncomfortable, so better to do less.

Our arrival is celebrated by kids lighting fireworks on the corner and leaving their trash behind. I spent the night connecting with other hikers I’d met on Instagram so I could continue to follow their journey. The next morning was met with half an avocado on the floor and later Lady attempted to eat a chicken from the backyard because her dog bowl and the cats’ bowls were empty.

We find more time in the mornings for coffee, sometimes even a second cup. Jake is up first to chat before work, and Jessi talks with us between her errands and medical appointments for her helpless dad, who is a mental burden to be around, which is why we won’t be seeing him on this visit. Instead, we get to hang out on the back porch and listen to the neighbors learn to mow and play the drums.

There are two kids in this house but only one of them chooses to join us for dinner and movie nights. Two afternoons are spent watching The Mirage about the fastest known time on the PCT in 2021, the World’s First Ironman in Antarctica completed in 2020, and The Honey Hunters of Nepal and their climbing abilities filmed in 2022. When you can’t be out doing great things, it helps to watch others achieving their dreams.

Denis biting Lady

The movies watched, all prison-themed, are The Shawshank Redemption (1994), Let’s Go to Prison (2006), and The Green Mile (1999) which have us up until midnight (not long after sundown around here). Caleb helps make dinner and buys groceries. He’s having no trouble being domesticated while I’m slowly losing motivation to get out of bed. Learning that the post office has royally messed up a simple change of address doesn’t help.

Jessi understands our situation, especially having to recover from a stress fracture in her hip that took way longer than she thought necessary. I agree, all injuries should only take a day or have a way for you to resume your normal life, which is why my bones take longer to heal. I find ways to move around their weakness as that’s what my generation was taught – to suck it up and carry on.

She offers to take us on errands and we always say yes, unless it’s Costco (not sure why). She got a puzzle that we spent an afternoon completing and recommended places to go where Caleb and I can watch butterflies or bison. I’m kept in the loop that my fellow hikers have summited Mount Whitney and wore all their clothes and sleeping bags to take in the views and necessary snacks. I’m glad we helped get them through the desert and wish them all the luck to get to the border.

Caleb sleeps more too as a way to get through the heat and boredom that comes from being in a space that isn’t his and isn’t easy to navigate. He sews a rip in his pants while I look up cold parks to visit. We wash the car and I get some writing done. I’ll go for a walk near dusk and find a man in a dumpster full of books, who happily hands them to me until he leaves. Jessi and I return with a stack each.

I have missed books, such is life that you must choose what or who you prefer to go without more. I brush Lady and give her treats while I cut the mats from her fur. I brush Milly, a cat with dander, who loves the loss of hair and dead skin. Then I return to read outside while I listen to the sprinkler.

Lady has chewed my chapstick, along with a bag of rice, Jessi’s hair clip, a cardboard tube, and anything else she deems a toy when she can get away with it. Caleb takes all the drinks he bought for hikers out of the car and it stresses me out as it continues to finalize a decision that I am trying to live in denial with. We are getting into a routine here, so I know it’s time to leave, even if Caleb has found a neighbor with cherry trees.

I try to change things up and take the bicycle that is offered. The hand grips are gross, and Caleb’s borrowed ride doesn’t shift gears, but we don’t make it far before that is over, too. I can’t help but be sad as I feel trapped in a twilight zone. Injuries are better managed when you can see them and have a finite plan of healing. That’s no longer an option with an aging disabled veteran.

My sister was the first call I returned. She was worried about me (finally having less phone signal than her) and wanted to share the news that though she is one year younger than I, she is now a grandma. Children don’t choose their parents, but I wonder what the world would be like if they were given the option.

Feeling exhausted, I hesitated to call anyone else and was grateful when the other end continued to ring. I had made my attempt at re-entering society and could take another break. I didn’t realize how difficult it would be for me to share the news that we are off trail, but once I shared it via text with one person, it became easier to let others know. This doesn’t mean I accept the situation, but I let Caleb know that time will come.

I had a dream that I was going to perform in the second half of a play by taking an actress’s spot. I realized I didn’t study my lines that I’d been given a week to do. Imagine my surprise when the director says that I can ad-lib, and I happily make my way to the stage, only to find that the crowd is going home during intermission because it’s getting late.

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