Well, I’m not so sure that it’s so very much wilder than Västerbotten, but it feels kinda good to say it; going back to the wild. To the antilopes, elks, coyotes, to the prairie, to those mountains, to that dry white snow that evaporates before first turning into water,… Of course, I’m referring to Laramie, Wyoming.
On Tuesday Dec 3rd, I and Martin once again took our heavily packed bags and headed over the big wide blue over to the great plains. We started out by forgetting Martin’s avalanche back pack in the appartment… Fortunately, the airport in Umeå is only a 60 minute walk and a 10 minute drive from town, so with a father willing to do an extra round of driving to and from the airport while I and Martin were checking in, there was really no problem at all. But it did add to my travel nerves.
Then, we only had to live with a whole range of apprentices learing exactly what an avalanche bag is, exactly how big a hand luggage can be, to what extent Norwegian goat cheese and almond paste can be considered explosive and finally, if Croatian Coppa may cause an epidemic. We finished off by driving through a snow storm to our final destination. At 1 am, we arrived in Laramie, where Linda was waiting up for us. Sweetie. She welcomed us to her lovely home by telling me that she was very eager to come listen to my seminar the following day. …
No no no. I was to give a seminar on Dec 12th, not Dec 4th! … Right? No. apparently not. Jikes. So, off to bed, sleep, get up, get to the computer, scribble down notes, breathe, breathe, breathe. No, I didn’t keep to the subject, no, I didn’t keep the time, and no, I don’t think I dazzled my audience with my briliance, but I think it went ok. Only one person left the room before I finished.. :).
Then we just had to get my money from the sale of my old car Larry, and buy a new one. Sounds stupid, doesn’t it? It is. The place who had agreed to sell Larry when I left in July didn’t manage to do so until November. At that time, I didn’t want to sell it any more, but they sold it anyway. Oh well, we just had to find a suitable replacement to him didn’t we? So let me introduce you to my new little friend, Fred. Or to be more specific, Fat Assed Fred. I think his splendor deserves two photos. DUAL COLOR!! Its like a dream come true!
To be honest, the snow pack is still way to shallow to use any kind of E-words, and it has both nasty depth hoar and melt freeze layers that will cause trouble for a long time, but, MAN, it was soo good to get out there!
It feels real good to be back.