before leaving laurel, i mapped out our journey back to henderson. i knew that we would be heading west to bozeman and then heading south through the gallatin gateway to yellowstone national park.
i knew that time was of the essence, because a big storm was moving in. the clouds were dark grey and the temperature began to drop. we were wasting daylight and dry roads waiting on a motherfucking, moronic liar.
of course, i’m me and it’s my nature to be rebellious and spiteful at times. sometimes, i make bad decisions and end up doing stupid things. the moron pissed me off by wasting my time, so i wasted his. i “poked” the “bear.”
by the time i finished making a report at the police department, the sky was dark and night had fallen. i really don’t see all that well at night. buggs and i were headed west for the pass and it began to snow. the wind whipped the snow around making it even harder to see.
we hit the pass and i watched the outside temperature gauge change, as we climbed the mountain. i was shocked when my car began flashing a word on the speedometer. it read, “icy.” i panicked because i knew that i was driving on a sheet of ice.
as i drove, i remembered and repeated to myself…not to slam on the brakes. instead, i kept my speed down and when i needed to go slower or stop…i pumped my brake lightly. the drive was tedious and scary, but i did it. i did it myself!!
once over the pass, we could see the lights of bozeman a little lower down. i was so relieved as we made our way to our room in the super 8 hotel, that we booked along the way using booking.com. we were very fortunate that we got the last room.
quite honestly, this leg of our journey was very hard for me and excruciating really…physically, mentally, and emotionally. buggs, of course, handled it like a trooper and a well-seasoned traveler.
my head and heart were still swimming in a sea of questions. i went over and over and over the whole gig harbor, wa part of our journey trying to figure out exactly what had transpired.
we arrived on p**l’s doorstep and everything spiraled out of control from there. it was an exercise in futility and i really do not wish to reopen that rotten can of worms. we have moved forward.
i will make a bullet point list of this leg of our journey…but, i will not be going into too much detail.
high and low points of this leg:
- not being able to sleep for nearly forty-eight hours due to another’s drug habit and scary behemoth spiders.
- sleep sick and unable to stand or walk…couldn’t feel either leg or foot.
- hospitalized for nearly a week.
- four hour mri performed twice.
- two lumbar punctures.
- three bulging discs in my lower back.
- was without buggs for awhile.
- once released…couldn’t lie down had to try to sleep sitting up on couch.
- had great conversations with j**s.
- went to yellowstone wildlife sanctuary.
- took some beautiful photos.
- had pancakes with all you can eat syrup at the pelican cafe.
- ankles swelled into cankles.
- homer, my birthright was stolen from me.
- repeatedly lied to.
- huge fight about money.
- packed up and fled laurel, mt.
- stopped at police department on way out of town.
- drove in the dark with ice on the roads, through a mountain pass to our next stop…bozeman, mt.
…i find myself still in oklahoma, after having arrived on thanksgiving day last year…two thousand seventeen.
i guess that i am making my rounds of living in states ending in the letter “a”…california, montana, nevada, oklahoma…the odd one out is washington. washington is my home.
i am taking a break and sitting by the window. i am watching as ice pellets hit the glass and ricochet off. the street is slick and thick with ice. my car’s windshield is frozen.
coming from the desert this is very foreign to me…however, i do prefer the cold to the hot. i like having changes in the weather and seasons. it makes life more exciting and adventurous.
i spent the morning looking at instagram. i saw all of the lovely and beautiful photographs of my talented, pacific northwest peers. now, i am completely homesick.
i long for trees and forests…for clean air and fresh smells. i miss portland saturday market, saint cupcake, thanh thao. i want to go camping and drive on the beach.
buggs is snuggled up on my chest, as i stretch my arms out trying to write this. he is very comfortable…sleeping soundly. i am not. i need to shift. i do and he lets out a low growl.
the wind is howling outside like i have never heard before. j**s told me that the wind was howling at the fort and that it sounded hopeless. well, the wind here seems to be calling buggs and i to mystery, intrigue, and adventure.
life is strange…