My last week in the field was snowy in the beginning and toasty in the end. It seemed fitting that I spent my last week with the adolescent girls, as this is the group where I spent the majority of my time in the field. My feelings this last week were very similar to what we hear clients saying when they leave the wilderness. I am so grateful for and proud of this experience in the wilderness. It was as rewarding as it was hard, and it has enhanced my being. I feel like a true, self-reliant mountain woman, I communicate more assertively, and I have a new family of friends.
After a few last days with friends in St. George and a farewell gathering, my mom and I headed off to Boulder, CO. We made a stop in Moab to enjoy a little more of the Utah desert.
So far, this move has been similar to many others I have made over the last seven years to Costa Rica, Tuscaloosa, Washington DC, North Carolina, the Dominican Republic, and Utah. Per usual, my mom came out to help me make the drive; I am feeling the array of emotions ranging from excitement, fear, and hope; I am lost most of the time; and the scenery is insanely beautiful. What’s different is that I moved into an apartment with an already established friend and I actually know people that live here. This difference is fabulous!!
This is the crew that I first started climbing with in St. George (minus Zack). We've haven't climbed much together lately, but we spent an afternoon bouldering at Moe's Valley. Well, we actually just goofed off and took pictures.
