One grand adventure done.
Next up. Settle down as a cook.
For a while.
I spent my winter and summer at Holden Village. Mostly as a cook. Occasionally as the Village Dancer.
Cold. Wet and Snow. I was over it.
I chose to go live in a quaint little village in the snowy mountains. With a job that involved the indoors.
I refused to go out on a hike until the end of January.
I watched the snow fall. I watched the snow melt. I got a new contract as a cook. Same Village. Different company.
A winter into a summer full of: costumes, fort building, candlelit labyrinths, knitting, olympics, made up holidays, soaking in the limited sunbeams, more costumes, beer brewing, bus rides, dancing, pranks, hikes, porch sitting, outdoor movies, nurf guns, costumes…
The weather got hot. The indoors got stifling.
After a series of interesting events involving: graveyard shift, a birthday, limited summer outdoor activities, the lack of communication or good leadership the company I worked for displayed, being used as a pawn when I didn’t sign up to play chess, watching my soul get sucked out… I realized a job just wasn’t worth it.
I stashed my things in a basement, packed up a backpack and walked away. (The Village will become part of the story again come winter).
No plan. Just time. And an open road.
A backpack, a camera and a janky old truck.
What if I go visit friends in Canada? What if I start heading south from there. End up back in San Diego.
This time by road.
Expanding the corridor I explored while hiking a narrow trail in the mountains.
A new adventure begins.