We’ve had a busy first week back in Rhode Island, but that’s because I am doing all my favorite things. We also made it to Mystic Seaport and three restaurants with the first set of kids. The family will come in shifts, and I need to make sure I don’t eat as much as I did this week.
Still, I am not complaining. This place makes me feel settled, calm. It is familiar.
But I love to see new places and learn.
Now that we’re back from our trip out West (South Dakota, Montana, Iowa, and Wyoming), I’ll need days to recover. Lack of sleep, eating all the wrong things, nervous stomach from driving over tall mountains, and, of course flying all contributed to this current state of affairs.
Our last flight was canceled, so we spent 9 hours in the airport before settling into a midnight flight to DC (with turbulence all the way). Now my gut is raging, my feet are swollen, and I’m exhausted.
Was it worth it? Yes. The views, the animals, various museums, and the fun people who shared our week-long adventure made this memorable. The temperatures were 90 at home, and we had a foot of snow!
The long days (we began with breakfast at 7 and ended getting off the bus around 5-6 most days) and cafeteria food (lots of carbs, meat, and sugar), and a different hotel each evening (packing and unpacking) made me wish the trip had been shorter. At one point, I told David I wish we hadn’t come and I’d never do this kind of trip again.
But then we’d visit a new place, learn the history, and see sights that are difficult to find words for, and I was ready for more. Now that it’s over, the negatives are fading from memory….
Instead, I am thinking of the Lakotas and our broken treaties; the Ziolkowski family who devoted their lives to carving Crazy Horse; a live bison napping outside our lodge window; a snowstorm at Yellowstone; the murder of thousands of bisons by Buffalo Bill Cody; waterfalls showering rocks and streams; Badlands and the geologic formations; many myths surrounding Yellowstone park; and challenges of Native American life today.
This makes so much sense:
“Travel isn’t always pretty. It isn’t always comfortable. Sometimes it hurts, it even breaks your heart. But that’s okay. The journey changes you; it should change you. It leaves marks on your memory, on your consciousness, on your heart, and on your body. You take something with you. Hopefully, you leave something good behind.” – Anthony Bourdain
