The end of another chapter and the start of a new!
Trip Start Aug 10, 2010
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For those of you who are familiar with my travel blog from my time in Senegal you know what you're getting into. For the rest of you, well, I can assure you, you're in for a monthly treat. I ask a favor to everyone however that you let me know if you DO NOT want to be sent this email and I will gladly and with a tear remove you from my address (actually I think you can do it yourself somehow...), or if you know of someone who'd like to be added...please let me know!
I cannot promise you perfect prose or thrillers or mysteries, although I will attempt at times, to pull you into the exciting moments of my next chapter: Song of India (I love that tune, do you know it?) But before I begin this next chapter, for I in fact, at this very moment admit that I do not know when it shall start so, I shall first give a brief synopsis of what has happened since graduation from my studies in Landscape Architecture
(which for those of you who did not know, my classmates, MLA program, Peace Corps Fellows, roommates and new AZ friends, made my time in Tucson aMAZing!! I loved it there and I miss those mountains and my chickens: Chuck Doris, Bruce Phyllis, and Vin Leisel. Take care of those cluckers 2314!!)
So after Tucson, I went to Alaska
with my dear Arthur Bassett.
Lived in fair Fairbank-eh. Was a dog handler for Windy Creek Kennels
(aka poop picker-upper and dog-feeder extraordinaire I was).
I also worked for Alaska Center for Energy and Power and learned a HECK of a lot and met some GREAT people along the way and got to see tons of old friends! Got to do a bit of backpacking, camping, and road tripping but really, the mosquitoes this year were CRAZY and I got hit by a tumbling rock on my shin (my cat-like reflexes did not move me quick enough out of harms way)...if there are trails, keep to the maintained ones and write to your local parks to make sure signs are erected clear as day! It was raining the day of the incident and many fair-weather hikers may or may not have used my rock collision as an excuse to cancel the rest of the overnite and instead opt for warmer, dryer places. I did however have a golf-ball sized hematoma and felt like fainting, I also felt like a pansy for turning around from the best hike ever (Reed Lakes at Hatcher Pass is awesome!) but alas, the pansy is also beautiful and so following a good nights sleep and ice, I was fine for my flight back to Maine AND I got to have an aMAZing vegan brunch shared with very dear friends following the incident (no I am not Vegan contrary to what many first time meeters of Desneige may think, my eating habits are simple: eat good food ((local is best)) and always share it in good company!)
Good bye Alaska for it may be a while before I visit again...
Now...I'm back in Maine
with my family before the big India trip. Here I await like the leaves on the trees that are waiting to turn and take the next big step: fly! My VISA is being held up. The inch thick application I had to prepare in order to apply for the Research Visa, can't fit through the mail slot at the Indian Consulate...however, last night I had a dream that it came! So maybe sometime this week I'll know more! It's simply positively horrible being in Maine at this time of year though: the sun is always out, the air is clean and crisp cool, there are fairs galore, and my family is awesome. Man, Maine is sure a bummer at the cusp of autumn...NOT! I feel very lucky to be here and am enjoying my time in limbo swimming, paddle boarding, visiting friends, cooking, swimming, walking on the beach, eating lobstah
conversing with loons, still swimming....etc. I just wish there was a dog...Bruce, Fluffernut (aka Marie Curie), Old Lady Allie, and the gang of 36, I miss you!
Woah, I've written too much! May you all be in peace like the image below when this read finds you.
Enjoy and if you dare, stay tuned for the next, when hopefully I'll actually be in India!
All my love,
Desneige "of the snow" Hallbert (pronounced Hall-bear ((like Colbert in the Colbert report)) since getting my Masters*)