I’m starting to have brain function again after yesterday’s jet-lag mush. Adjustment is complicated by the fact that my parents go to bed only a couple of hours earlier than I normally get up, so my body rhythms were already out of whack before the time zone thing kicked in.
It was a good week. We had plenty of time to visit family, see some sights, and spend a day in Yellowstone Park. The day we got there, the mountains were deeply white with as much snow as I’ve ever seen that late in the year. We landed in a thunderstorm. The snowline retreated at least a couple thousand feet while we were there, probably a couple feet of snow melting. The rivers were very high but as of Monday there was only limited flooding along the East Gallatin and the lower Jefferson, places where it normally floods.
The first couple of days I felt disoriented, as if I were two people — the real me floating somewhere above the me who should have been there, the person I would have been if I had stayed in the valley instead of stepping out to another life. I didn’t get over it, exactly — the two halves of me will never be quite in sync — but I did get sort of used to it.
Photos are here.
Interesting way to put it about the two people. A lot better than the overly simplistic “You can’t go home again.”
Welcome back!