The birds are chirping in the Sun is up. It’s supposed to be really hot out today. But I’m going to shut myself inside because there’s nowhere to go. There’s nothing to do and Livingston montana. The most boring windy place on the planet. I’m going to pull the covers over my head and think of better times. Enjoy these gems.
Mo has gone back to work in the park. Me, had to stay behind. To work. Prison … let’s not go down that road. Let us just appreciate not only cuddles but our visit to Cathedral Gorge. Check it …
Day: June 11th. Well … it is what I imagine anyway. Definitely would not like it in the summer. But for the winter you can’t beat it. Well, if one could be there in the winter. I have been locked up indefinitely.
So I a sitting here with the wind blowing the windows so violently I startle and pose to run. The rain is coming down in sheets. And it has been like this all day. I need to look back at better times in a better place.
Memory #1 is the sky. No matter how beautiful things get, the sky tries to out-do the landscape. Truly amazing.
Memory #2 is the actual landscape … which … tries to out-do the skies. Competition is the best.
Memory #3 is the sun. It comes up and it goes down. And it does it’s best to show off. Here in Livingston … just angry clouds and dust, which gets in your eyes so you can not see the mountains.
Memory #4 is Snuggles, aka Mo. My adventure partner. Without her non of this would be so cool.
“let’s get outta here”, is what she said. Enough for me, “let’s go”. “I’ll take my new bike … even though … it was never meant for winter let alone the flattest place on earth”. Maybe it will work better in the wind.
Train tunnel leading away from our apartment to the West End
Bundled, we headed out across the plains. “can I try your new bike” … “Sure”
Mo tries the new bike.
“Let’s head up to Suce”. … “Sure”
But then it happened. Like it does always this time of year. We ran out of sunlight. And that was it.
Time to turn around
Taking some time to check out the beauty … if you can call it that. I mean devil dust is shit but it doesn’t look half bad in scenery.
Devil dust covering the landscape.
As the sun passed over the ridge we were still way out. Another cold dark night lay ahead. Life in hell.
Today the sun is rising and it looks to be a good day. But I know that by the time work is done it will be windy, cold, and snowy. So I will take this time to look away from the window and remember good time. And look to my heart for survival.