When i came back to Colorado after my summer away, i went straight to an out-of-the-way corner of the Gore Range for a few days with my parents, without even stopping by Boulder.
The end of July was a long series of comings home. An afternoon in a bush camp near Rom, Uganda was sort of like being partway home—and then Jónsi serenaded us to Kitgum. Kitgum was sort of like home, too. If you kill it we can eat it! If you kill it we can eat it! Coffee shops in Gulu. Easy internet access in Entebbe. Lunch in Dallas. We spoke English and were given American-type beer. Oklahoma City. All of it was travel until Oklahoma City—steps toward home, home of a sort, but not home. But then i was in Oklahoma, and that was home.
So as soon as i was settled in, i had to leave again.
i drove right by the I270 exit that i would normally take to Boulder. Chemicals in my brain did weird things.
i spent a few days camping with my family. i’m ready to be back there—Lower Cascade Lake in this case, but it could just as well be anywhere else.
What a great trip! The flora, the fauna, the great campfires and visiting.
ReplyDeleteWe should make it a recurring event!