Enga mellom fjella

Snow sighted... travels over for two weeks.

ME:

Well, my bus trips are over for now. I figure I've traveled about 21,000 miles and spent $1,580 this year for the privilege. At less than 10 cents a mile that's amazing.

Last night the Rimrock bus driver let an older man off in front of the Motel 6. Since it was closer to home I bailed too. Nice of the driver to stop there.

I had a decent time in Butte. Went to the coffee shop Venus Rising and had good chats with Adriana the barista and L'onette. Enjoyed Jenni Falein's paintings. Guess I missed her by an hour.

Spleen over this last trip and #$%^&* Greyhound needs to be written down elsewhere. They need to get their act together. But... I'm taking the day off from that drama.

I have two weeks to finalize plans for my Costa Rica trip. Must buy tickets to LAX. Plus... need to refresh my memory of the last three trips. The people, the places...

So... lots of travel! Is it worth it? Yeeeees... kinda. Better than moping around here but having nothing to do is better for my writing. Still, I guess a bit of balance is best.

I picked up a whole bunch of ginkgo leaves to write on, so expect some new terse verse.

In other news... it's ing. The mountains are frosted and I've sighted snow here in the valley.

I'm drowning my tears in a cuppa at Bernice's.

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