Of course, this means I have to pack up and leave - winterize the Mae Flower, disconnect from the sewer and pray to God that she fits in the shed. It also means that I have go through all my belongings and pack what I’ll need for my winter in Colorado, New Mexico, California and Mississippi. Much will be determined by what will fit in my pick-up. Hoooo boy.
I have mixed feelings about leaving, dreading and looking forward. Though I'm anxious to see friends and family and get re-aquainted with First World plumbing, I will miss being outside so much, watching the sunset every night and seeing billions of stars so clearly.
|The SCRANCH market table.|
|Miles - Everything he makes is incredible.|
|Everything here, I grew.|
Of course, I will miss the land but not the wind. I’ll miss certain people (especially Brent, Evelyn and Eldean) but not the lack of a social life. At this writing, I haven’t seen a soul in two days, save for Powerful Pierre yesterday morning, who yelled at me from his pick-up as I was jogging down the dirt road, “Faster, faster!”
I love the people of North Dakota, they are as nice as they day is long, as they say. But they do not like discussing their feelings. Honestly, it's almost British. I come from a narcissistic land of endless self-expression and back-to-back therapy sessions. I can do repression but it doesn't sit well.
You know it's bad when you decide to let moths stay in the camper, just for company. (They are so flustered and neurotic, I can't help but relate.)
Even as I was driving to Langdon (82 miles, round-trip) to get my specialized “SCRANCH” NoDak license plates for the pick-up, I was trying to figure out how I could make my dreams work here without being such a freakish loner.
|Road to the DMV where there is no waiting.|
No ideas yet, but we'll see what the winter brings.