After a bit of climbing, an epic two day drive home (19 hours ish) and a face to face chat with some buffalo, I am home. It’s hard to know what to say. I’ve been home for two days and still haven’t unpacked. Here’s a bit of journal I wrote two years ago, the last time I came out of the mountains:
“Coming out of the wild can be a little overwhelming. Just on a sensory level; bright, fast moving, unnatural shaped sights, loud, irregular, mechanical sounds, people cushioned in electronics and ease, blurred lines between wants and needs, distracted by fascination with death machines and sex things, afraid of alien ideology, afraid without naming or getting to know their fear, anxious about tomorrow, anxious about today, anxious about the future and history…”
I had been out for 30 days on a NOLS climbing course. A very different experience, but I was reminded of it when I came home this time. On a return, I never feel like the same person who left home. I’m lucky in that I get to leave and return home a lot, get to explore new places and meet new people.
And animals. Have you ever seen a bison up close? Don’t. They are HUGE. On the way to a campsite in the Badlands, there was a herd of them wandering across the road in the sunset. Unique experience, but I draw the line at camping where a herd of buffalo roam. Mountains, cold, bugs, fine; a herd of ungainly beasts, uh-uh. I found another campsite instead.
Yesterday I also had the pleasure of talking to Mr. Mortensen’s agent’s assistant, the wonderful Ryan. He was very helpful… until he found out what I wanted. Then he wasn’t so helpful. Respectful though, and took the time to communicate with me. First attempt at getting a message through: failed. But a lot of info gathered, and it was fun to make a play. On to the next one.