Well it's been quite a while, ain't it? My last post found me in Syracuse, eager to graduate from college and anticipating my summer spent in New Hampshire with the folks at Winni Kayak. Well here it be, the end o' August, and wouldn't you know it, I never made it to New Hampshire. After some serious cramming I somehow fit myself and (most) of my stuff into Roy the Raging Tempo and made the 7hr drive to Virginia, where I have promptly stayed ever since. My back problems have worsened to the point where standing and even sitting for a long period of time causes minor back spasms, and those just really aren't conducive to kayaking instruction. So suddenly my Summer of Too Many Opportunities turned into the Summer of Injured Reserve. Being back here--in my father's house, with fragments of my family around me--has brought joy and insight, but also so much frustration that I may need to rip my hair out before this expereince is over. I feel as if I'm being forced to learn a bit of patience, and I clearly do not have the attention span for such a lesson.
How else to summarize almost four months of activity? Idyllic. It was wine tours, bonfires, cowboy hats, concerts, movies, minigolf, dinners, stars, latenight walks, beers, brewery tours, shopping trips, books, guitars, songs, friends and rediscovery of those around me..some of whom have been standing there all along.
So what does this fall hold? Hopefully a fixed back and a fulltime job, but one need not be lofty at a time like this. Right now it holds a new guitar buddy, new friends in unexpected places, more concerts, and hopefully some definition in those who've stuck through the rodeo ride of my life.
