‘One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things.’ -Henry Miller
A series of changes over the past couple months led to many small adventures throughout the spring months instead of my usual lengthy travels.
There were several factors. I quit both my jobs and started two new ones (general happiness level = 100000x greater). I had plenty of saved Delta SkyMiles which allowed me to fly farther & faster, as opposed to driving. I decided to lease my horse and wanted to say goodbye, for now. In addition, Seattle had the longest, dreariest, cloudiest winter on record. January, February & March had a total of four sunny days–I needed some sunlight in my life.
When I realized my besties Allison and Elias crossed paths in Bozeman (aka paradise on earth) for only two semesters, I knew I had to get out there at some point. I had hoped for the fall, but February works too. I saw their campus, met their fellow students, stayed in their apartments, played trivia with their teams, danced with their friends.
When keeping up with old friends, it is important to me to see their lives with my own eyes. I want to experience what they experience. Every individual is a complex masterpiece of facets and angles, and I want to see and understand every face.
Impossible? Of course.
No harm in trying.
February was just as good a time to visit as October, though perhaps a tad colder. I wouldn’t have minded the snow, but running on a sheet of ice proved to be poor exercise (but I was still sore the next day). My first run through the woods south of town on my old trails was a peaceful experience. Bozeman creates some of my best memories. Though running on the ice in town was a bit treacherous, passing all my old haunts was a great way to reminisce on scattered memories, like looking at a timeline of my own life: that one park, that one coffee shop, that one Thursday at Music on Main when we danced… oh Bozeman.
Another important factor led to a third short trip: my favorite band Journey was playing in Bozeman in March.
This trip spanned the locations of the first two in the same amount of time: I flew into Missoula and headed straight to Bozeman. I was raised on rock & roll, and that legacy is slipping away as the band members age. I want to see as many of my favorite 60’s, 70’s, & 80’s bands in concert before they quit touring. There is a certain kind of exhilaration, sitting in the second row and singing your lungs out with your parents and a few thousand other 50-year-olds. Arnel Pineda makes for a highly energetic Steve Perry, and brought plenty of his own charm as well as imitating that of his predecessor.
Then it was back to the Home Place in Hamilton to visit my equine son and check in with him at his new home, and spend some time with the family, of course.
I had booked a short trip to San Diego in April before I knew I would be quitting the restaurant in the same week. They were going to have to do without me permanently soon enough, so I figured they could spare me four days so I could visit my Empress.
And anyway, #priorities.
Empress, my Italy-roommate, Hawaii-tour guide, Seattle-roadtrip-buddy, recently moved to southern California. I needed Empress, and I needed sunlight. I had not been to San Diego since I was very young, so Empress showed me around the Gaslamp Quarter and the hiking trails of Torrey Pines.
We made a day trip to Los Angeles to visit the ArtCenter College of Design high in the Pasadena hills. It looked like an old train bridge with no connecting tracks and felt like an ancient monastery with a modern twist. I napped outside on a giant bean bag while Empress went to interviews.
My roommate happened to be in Long Beach on the same day, so we spent the evening with him at the Beachwood Blendery. On days Empress had to work, I explored the Old Town of San Diego and went for a run on the Mission Trails.
Runner’s Note: Definitely a lifetime Top Ten. If you are in the San Diego area, Mission Trails Regional Park is a must. In six miles I ran up and down a lovely trail to one of the highest peaks in the area, North Fortuna, where I found an old ammunition box with a notebook registry inside. The views were breathtaking.
In May I flew to Wisconsin to congratulate my brother and celebrate with him. I have visited him at his Concordia-Mequon campus several times, and it was strange to think that this would be my last visit to that beautiful cliff-side campus. Nonetheless I think Kevin was ready to be done, anyway. Being in Wisconsin, I had the opportunity to visit my other Italy-travel-buddy Anthony, and congratulate him on his graduation, as well.
There were several fractured pieces to my winter & spring 2017, but the travels and the jobs and all else worked out in the end and I was able to spend time with people I love.
These days I am currently in a mountain castle in Santa Barbara… but how I ended up here is a story for another time. Cheers!