Deciding the future
Later today M and I leave south. We’ll be spending two full weeks in southern Utah. While there we want to pick where we’ll spend the next three or so decades.
Some, or many, of you may not know that we got married and lived in the Colorado Plateau. Before she started hanging out with me M had never slept in a tent. I’d spent plenty of time in a tent, but exploring the hidden corners of our new backyard set me on the path of deeper wilderness immersion which has blossomed since we moved to Montana in 2008. I want to see if the Colorado Plateau is still as vast and mysterious as it was, or whether the woods, rivers, snows and fewer people of Montana have permanently slanted my vision.
We have a number of ancillary criteria, but as we decided long ago to have a simpler, less financially abundant life location is paramount. If you can’t afford to fly around the country on a regular basis, and will gas never to return to 2002 levels, you damn well better live close to good stuff. This works well, and is why we haven’t been down to the Plateau since July of 2009. Which is something I never thought would happen.
Talking in the pub yesterday afternoon, both of us admitted that we expect to return to Montana with one foot already out the door.
Wish us luck, as nothing is certain.