Looking for a sign

It’s difficult to write when it’s hot. All you can focus on is how stifling you feel. That’s how Caribou is at the moment. Because the weather is kind of temperate, and the place is old, no one messes with the AC. Oh well. I finished submitting my time sheets and I’m heading out for the day.

Last weekend was pretty dismal for me. I was lonely, and depressed. Missing my mom, my family, familiarity in general… I drove up to the top of Mount Pisgah all alone to think about things and ended up sitting there eating my amazing French Onion Soup (go get some) and crying the whole time.

I sat out in the rocking chairs over looking the blue rolling mountains and asked for some sort of sign that I was on the right path. That I’m doing the right thing.

Well flash forward to this week… Dream of dreams came true and I found myself scheduled to work on top of Mount Mitchell. My absolute favorite place ever. It’s partially nostalgic, and partially sheer majesty… I commented to my crew mates that it would be a dream come true to be able to work seasonally at the Mitchell Park.

Our project partner wanted us all to appreciate the work we were doing so he wanted everyone to hike up to the summit for a good view of everything. Because of my pace, I wound up hiking to the top alone, which is fine for me. As I turn one of the corners, there carved into the sand is the word MOM with a heart around it.

I stood there for a moment, staring at the message from the universe with a smile on my face. Thanks for the reassurance… I kind of needed it.

Not quite full yet

I may have had brothers and a sister, but because of our age difference, I grew up as an only child. I didn’t go to college and didn’t really room with other people. 

I  knew that housing here was hostel style, but that didn’t really sink in. For those of you that don’t know, that means cramming as many bunk beds in a room that will fit. 

There are 8 beds in my room. Four people are currently on projects working and four of us just arrived yesterday. I thought it was going to be a big adjustment. But so far none of it is. 

The four girls I’ve met yesterday are extremely nice and easy to get along with.  The shared bathroom IS an adjustment, but will only be a problem if I get up and desperately have to urinate in the morning. 

All in all, being adaptable is a great thing. Stepping outside of your comfort zone… is a good experience. And doing something to better yourself can bee greatly rewarding. 

Coming home

Things I have relearned on this trip.  

My son is super easily amused. He found a rock. It is now his pet rock and he’s teaching it tricks. (Its name is Bob) 

Twinkies are gross. Like the texture is fine, but the cake and filling are so sickeningly sweet I don’t know how people eat them. 

It takes a long time to fill an air mattress. 

I’m thankful for an electric air pump. (But it still takes a long freaking time) 

The wind… is cold. Stand in 20 degree weather in the sun, and you’re fine. Let that wind blow through you and you’ll wish you were still safely tucked away in your mother’s uterus. 

A change of socks can change your whole outlook and give you more energy. 

Sometimes, nostalgia IS as good as you remember it. 

Going down is a LOT easier than going up. 

Be sure to bring yummy snacks for hiking lunches. Picnics are great. 

If you need a helping hand in the Appalachia, the rhodedendron will be there. Respect the plants and they’ll respect you. 

Attaining a long lived dream is amazing, but even better when you can share it with people you love. 

 At the top of Curtis Creek is a waterfall. You can only see this fall from the top of the road. I decided long ago that I wanted a different photo. One of the falls up close. So that’s what we set out to do. 

Denim the fox

I by no means am overly skilled when it comes to hand sewing. So I put off Ethan’s denim upcycling project as long as I could. 

I finally buckled down and drew out a simple pattern, got to cutting and then sewing. The finished product is the derpiest little fox ever, but it’s ready to give to my boy when he gets here. 

I’ve started a post at least a dozen times. I don’t know if it’s jumbled feelings, one track story mind, or something else keeping me from finishing it. But either way, I’m determined at the moment. 

I was thinking about taking a full hiatus, but realized I kind of already did that. I’m going to need a place to share my experiences and why compile them as wait till the very end? Why not post them as I go? 

Now will I keep up with this? Well we all know that’s mildly comical, but I’ll do what I can, which is all any of us can do. 

So I already have the ACE category. I will be making a new one for observations without a camera. More accurately that I couldn’t get muy camera out in time. And one other… I’ll announce the other as I prepare it. 

So best greetings to you this brisk Saturday morning. May adventure await around every corner. I love you all. 

The Whirlwind

We often compare my Aunt Bea to a whirlwind. Not a tornado or something destructive, but like the little dust that will spin you around and leave you breathless.

She is a kind lady, and extremely transparent. There is not a malicious or duplicitous bone in her body. She’s the short of sweet little woman that you never truly think of existing in the real world. She’s the background character in a book who lives the quiet little life with her story book family.

This isn’t too say that my cousins have made her life easy, far from it. But nothing ever seems to get her down for long.

She’ll call you, regale you with every thing currently going on, wish you well and off she goes. There is no relaxing or spending time with her. But once you accept that, she’s a fun lady to be around.

I enjoyed visiting with her today…and then was ushered out of her house in her usual fashion.