One of the things that really solidified me wanting to make this blog, was a bus driver being a unexpectedly lovely and generally nice human being, to a woman who’s child wasn’t waiting at the bus stop after school. I found this very impressive, given the general attitude of bus drivers in the sphere of imagination and talked about culture, and my experience with those in Wellington. So, yesterday I was running around, going to the dentist, going to the printery, and buying things which I needed — shirts for art purposes, and things I didn’t really need — more active wear. I missed a bus by about five minutes, and they only come round every hour, but where I missed the bus was on a shopping center loop, where it drives past the stop I was at, on the other side of the road, five or six minutes later. I was just realising my misfortune, when the bus came back past, and the driver, the same driver, waved at me, and stopped then let me in, with a “hey! New Zealand right?!” As I gave him a very grateful “hello, thank you, yes!” Laughing reply. Also the same bus driver who went off route to drop me home when I was carrying three boxes of new snowboarding gear on a snowy January day. Opinion of the goodness of humanity, and especially bus drivers changed forvermore.
(Photoset) because I pretty much live in a three bedroom studio where ghosts occasionally make dishes, I do lots of drawing, which is pretty lovely. Especially when the weather high drops to something ridiculous like 18 degrees, and I’m wearing jeans and ugg boots and mainlining tea. Yeah! (Kinda excited for snow though, we were talking about it in the office and josh was saying the cold snaps always made him so stoked for winter, and I think that is a contagious attitude for sure.
Storm running, and it almost rained on me (not quite though, but I wish it had, I love wild weather). Feels so good to be getting back to the norm of doing things, despite not being as strong or fit as I was, getting outside is such a joy.
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Two sessions of climbing since I’ve somewhat recovered, and both times i definitely found my joy and determination on a challenging in the best way, awesome kinda climb. The first time was at spire, I did a couple of easy leads, and then top roped this super twisty 10c in the corner above the entrance to the bouldering room. The best climbs always seem to be right there. Abe did one of the best catches when I fell right after a low crux, and I ended up doing the climb twice, just because I liked it so much. Abe hustled some roof climb, which was so dope. Then yesterday we went to the pass, and my new gear performed absolutely beautifully, and I again, did an easy lead, then top roped a super fun 10b, slab climb, and the trickiness just made me more determined. Definitely felt good, though I’m still just feeling pretty flat.
This has been my biggest project all summer, so much work, so much fun. its finally finally nearly finished, and now.. it’ll be the best fridge poster ever.
Despite the storm of the night before, it was a gorgeous sunrise, and we drove the road to the sun, which was another one of the most stunning drives of my life. Breakfast out of the pot at the top of the world, and then I read my book and took the most disorientating nap in the car, while the guys went and skied. Road home time, and time to sleep, then miss another week of work (I went in for three and a half hours on Monday, then went home and watched once upon a time and slept for the rest of the week).
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Glacier really was so beautiful. It’s like I’m getting accustomed to living and being in the most stunning places, though you can’t be in these ones without stopping and taking a breath. First night we camped by bowman lake, backpacking out there. We found the perfect natural diving board on the way out there, a climbers balance definitely helped me! We all tarp-ed up and got a rain and lightning storm that night which was the most amazing one I’ve seen. Standing by the water watching the other end of the valley explode into forks of light. Hiked out the next day after a breakfast eaten with a rock spoon (so in tune with nature, I swear) and camped that night by a river. I was definitely still feeling unwell and only realized how much so after the trip, so I took it pretty easy and avoided the alcohol, but the guys nearly got arrested. All was well though, thanks to the nicest forest service officers, and I crashed out pretty early, to wake up to a surprise thunder and rain storm, thankfully the guys tied my tarp for me, I was trying the theory that the less you wear in your sleeping bag, the warmer you stay, and there was no chance I was getting out of my warmth.
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Phew – Long time, not much updating. The last time I posted was the day I started getting horribly sick. I missed two weeks of work, spent the first of those in my bed in the lounge, watching once upon a time, skyping, not eating very much, crying, reading and generally feeling very sorry for myself. I took a backpacking/camping sickness sabbatical in the middle (bad idea), then spent the next week in bed again, this time in my actual bedroom, and watched another season of once upon a time. In my recovery period in the middle, Necia found some raspberries growing above this sinking hole of mud that we call a creek, and so we’ve since gotten two harvests, which is pretty fun, and pretty delicious!
Wednesday after work I had no food. I got home from work and demolished some carrots, and some yoghurt+almonds+huckleberries (which necia donated to my empty stomach), and that was my dinner, then we went to t&C, and theres definitely a reason people say don’t go to the supermarket when you’re hungry, I spent the most, and have the most ridiculous amount of food, since living on s black. Well, at least I won’t go hungry for a long wee while. Finished off wednesday making granola, then hiking pikes hill with henry, and we got the most gorgeous sunset. Storm clouds over the Bridgers and gorgeous golden light through the trees where we were.
Thursday started out quiet, I drew some more fruit and vegetables, and went for a run (another, my second since my concussion, and i definitely felt it. Ive been super sore. Me and sarah prepped pizza ingredients, then went into town with a cooler and watched a little bit of music on main, then went to graemes to make pizza for the nat geo crew and have cocktails on the rooftop. He has the dream artists studio for in town, too fun. A rooftop on main street, so pretty. Magical evening, then the guys invited me to go climbing with them the next day. Hectic-ly little sleep, my brain decided that it definitely wasn’t necessary, then gave me dreams featuring an urban based hunger games style of awfulness; but i woke up early the next day when sarah and graeme got back to the flat and got ready for climbing suuuuper fast, then waited around for a few hours whilst they discussed things with nat geo. Finally went to town and drank sugary, iced filled, double shot coffee, then headed out to Hyalite, to magic wall, conrad anker in tow. Rad time, horrid hike up to the cliff, but the rock was super gorgeous, and it was a really fun group of people, and super cool seeing conrad climb. golden hour drive home with the sponsored 4runner, and dinner at Conrads place – Watermelon, mozzarella, baby tomato and basil salad with reduced balsamic vinegar dressing, too yummy. Bed super late, and a 6.30 wake up (thanks internal clock for that mistake) and a spillage of a massive mug of tea all through my bed. Its an eventful weekend for sure, and I’m just starting saturday.
It really was such a magical, crazy weekend. Wednesday me and sarah and sarah went and got froyo, and wandered till we found this outdoor music beer garden and watched from the outside. Thursday, floated the madison with Sarah and CJ and the cool kids from 2000’s sblack, got super sunburnt, giggled lots, bruised my poor poor ankle jumping off to retrieve someones sixer, drank a coor mixed with tomato juice, and languished (too much) in the water and sunshine. Got home, made food and bathed in aloe vera (pretty much), then picked flowers, and made a headband, then headed off to Music on Main. Super summery rad time. Saw vinnie and those kids, drank a cider, saw some of sarah’s friends, saw henry and those kids (and talked camping, yay!), and then went off to Sam Humpries and chilled for a bit before a gorgeous, nighttime bike ride home with cloud to cloud lightning amazing me. Friday, there I was, having a reasonably quiet day, drawing and reading in my hammock, till evening, when all of a sudden camping started getting organized, a evening climbing trip was arranged and vague plans for climbing the next day arranged. Me and Vinnie and Mickey went out to bear canyon and did that 5.9, then raced back into town, when Henry and Craig picked me up, and we drove out to this camp-spot in the bridgers. Suuuuper fun evening, we made a fire (lighterfluid + logs) and rigged our wee hammock town, then sat around the fire and drank beer, made smores and cooked sausages. So many giggles, star gazing, and just rad rad people. Eventually we crashed, me and henry stayed up for aages just spinning yarns, and then i woke up in the early morning hours to the most gorgeous view. God. So. Pretty. I wandered and took a few photos on my phone (GODDAMNLOSTNOWTHOUGHBALLS), and then curled back up in my hammock and took another hour of zzz’s. Eventually we all got up, I was walking back through our campsite to the site of frame and craig and natalie shotgunning beers, to the amusement of myself and Cole, when straight after their faces all registered the most disgusted look id seen in a while, shortly followed by frame and craig throwing up in the grass. Tooo ridiculous. Too funny. I think Ben was drunk all day, it was the funniest thing. We made breakfast burritos and then hung out, after a bit we drove up to the top of the road, then went for a couple of rides on the back of coles dirt bike (so fun), then the guys redeemed themselves with a second shotgun, before the drive off to fairy lake. (All my dreams realized, i swear, it was the prettiest place). I abstained from all the morning beers, and henry only had one, but it was beers all day for the other three. We hiked down, then swam, and it was the prettiest spot. Coldest water, we were going to compete for staying in the longest, in the arctic water, but natatlie went and swam across the lake, and ben and craig were out straight away (frame shotgunned another beer before belly flopping in), so it was me and henry fighting pneumonia before agreeing on a truce, too silly. Hiked out, and back to town. Tuuuuunes on the way, classic r&B rocking hits, so american. We all got lunch in Franks, philly cheesteaks are probably the most filling meal ever invented. We were also the most obnoxious and inappropriate group ever. I was rocking the long sweater over swimsuit over ripped shorts that you couldn’t see, so i looked pantsless, frame was tipsy still, henry was in longjohns and a tee only, and we were just the most ridiculous site. They dropped me home, then i hustled off to natural bridge with abe. He was definitely a grouch for a while, but thankfully he eventually got over that. We had gorgeous golden hour light for our intro to natural bridge itself, and at this point my phone was still alive for me to take millions of photos, though it died once we got to the foyaaaah crag, never to be resuscitated. Balls. Rad climbing though, we did a five nine, then a ten, which i top roped, then abe pieced together this 11b, which was terrifying for both of us. Back to the campsite and gorgeous stars and food and chats over pbr (one for me, after the night before), but we talked about my going past the point of fun in climbing, and now trying to get back to it, an interesting dilemma. I thought i’d slept well, but i actually fell out of my hammock in the middle of the night, which was definitely a frightening and confusing thing. The darkest coffee i’ve ever had by the stream was gorgeous the next morning, then it was back to the falls and the crag. We swam, and it was preeeeettty damn cold. Climbed some fun stuff, i’d compleeeeetely forgotten doing then 10, which was a confusing time, because i was like “how the hell can i not remember this, gooooood,” but then i did remember it, and disliked it as much as the first time i’d done it. Just an awkward climb. The last climb was super rad though, fun, reachy moves. Me and abe were both definitely feeling tired and off, we both made mistakes, which we picked up in the checks, but it was still sobering. The drive home reminded me how exhausted I was, but then i spend the evening on chat to apple, and then study link and massey, which was acceptable but very back to reality.
So, concussion on Sunday, work Monday and Tuesday, Monday was pretty hard, specially because I just thought I was feeling crappy, no real understanding of why, till someone back home suggested concussion, and I went “oh that totally makes a whole lot of sense.” Skype and food last night made me feel a whole lot better, and I didn’t repeat my melatonin+iboprofen combo of the night before. I also demolished a whole book yesterday which was kinda nice. Today though, two hours at the doctor, getting various check ups, and she chucked the word depression around a few times when we were talking about sleeping habits and such things, which I blew out of the water, but just during a girls emotional time, when she’s got a concussion and headaches and nausea is definitely not the best time to add that sort of stressful situation to the table. Work was exhausting, and it was (surprise!) raining when I left our airlock of an office, and biking home made me want, vaguely, to throw up. I got home in tears (cue flight of the Concords “it’s just raining on my face”) and Sarah was somewhat surprised and a little concerned, but was also in the midst of leaving, so I just assured her I was fine, and took a hot shower (cure of all cures), and then came back down to the best thing I could imagine. And it’s an evening in bed for me for sure.
Sunday was pretty much what a summer day should be, quiet morning drawing, then afternoon watery adventures. Me and Necia and Jason went out to ennis, and jumped some cliffs, I just floated around in the water for the longest time, and languished in the sunshine. Vinnie was there with some buddies, but the age gap was definitely felt between Necia and Jason and the other group, and I was tending to err towards the older too. Still a rad time though, and we saw someone do a massive massive backflip off this super high cliff, very impressive.
Saturday was rafting the Yellowstone river day, and it was just absolutely the best best best time. Alex was trip leading, which was very fun, it was super gorgeous, we did a range of class three rapids on the day long trip, which was very exciting, and it was adventuresome and watery and just what I needed. Being in the water made me so happy, I sat on the front through some of the rapids, and got very splashed, and the trip was a rad group of people. I kinda wish that either we had a Massey version of ASMSU or that I’d been here for long enough to get involved.
Finished off Friday with some life dream completion, tie dying some sheets. And my hands. Necia realized in time that she couldn’t have dyed hands in photographing the wedding the day after, but I looked charming for a few days for sure. Worth it one hundred percent though, the sheets look too rad and it ended up showing me how much damage id done to my hands climbing, which explained a few days off for sure.
Climbed Thursday and Friday. Me and Abe went out to allenspur on Thursday, got there, and realized the rope was still in his house. Couldn’t do anything but laugh. So we drove back to Bozeman, and wasted some time looking at different crags, then headed out to the pass. I spent about two hours on fat man, the ten c that had previously defeated me. It defeated me again, and destroyed the skin on my fingers. I was proud of myself though, for not being super hard on myself and frustrated by not getting it. That night was cocktails and food and re watching the last episode of orphan black. The next day we went out to allenspur, but it was just one of those days. We started out re-doing posiedons Yellowstone adventure, and I was terrified the whole time. Next up was another nine lead which felt about as awful, the lowering down was on hooks, which always just don’t inspire too much confidence. Next and last was this retro bolted ten, a crack climb, and it went pretty awfully too. Abe was not the happiest with me after that day. Home though, and finished off the day in a much more pleasant way.