No longer from the White Mountains

I have moved to Portland, Oregon, a city where cats hold midnight conventions in the streets, music wafts from open windows, gardens overgrow, and everyone smiles in the sunshine. This lush city of creative spirits, arts, music, festivals, and outdoor adventure offers an abundance of social activities and career possibilities that the rez did not.

That said, I will miss my students, I will miss some of my coworkers, and I will miss the vast wilderness that I called my backyard: the bath (the arroyo with a few puddles where Choco and Coya would swim and where we befriended a great horned owl), the Nusphere (cliffs over the White River), Sweet Beach (that we'd scramble over rocks to relax at and skip stones), Headlight Point (where we'd sip bevvies and watch the sun set), and the White Mountains, where we camped, hiked, fished, and frolicked in the snow.

It'll always be in my heart.