|Posted by Eric T. on April 24, 2012 at 10:35 PM|
It's been quite a while since my last post. What I'm wondering is not why I haven't written in so long, but more; why do I feel compelled to write now?
A few reasons. It's spring, which gets the gears in my head whirring into redline. The time of year when the reasonable part of my mind leans back in his chair with his arms crossed and smiles at the mayhem going on around him, content that he won't have to work again for at least the next 3 months. His input isn't needed. I've also been inspired to write again, thus starting new works, and unearthing old ones. But mostly, my life is a marble that's just begun to roll into the Rube Goldberg machine that is this summer, and I am excited. I recently heard a word that I'd like to start using more. I think it describes my future perfectly: It's going to be kickass.
But first, a quick review. I prefer not to dwell in the past, but I'll reminisce for just a second. Last January, I went into welding school with about 16 other guys. It's safe to say their necks were a little bit red, after all we were in Cortez, Colorado. Now when I say redneck, I'm not talking about the John Deer hat wearing, cheap beer drinking, truck driving adorable rednecks you find here in Durango. I'm talking about people who work hard, casually hate Obama (and not just because he's a n*****), love god, would absolutely die for our country, and who make up the spine of our rural working class. The kind of person that can infuriate a hippy in about 3 minutes flat. I loved it. After learning the fine art of TIG welding, I got a job making titanium bottle cages for bikes. Ron has proven to be the coolest boss I've ever had, and I can safely say, ever will have. A remarkably uneventful summer led to moving in with some good friends in the fall. Winter did a strange dance, coming and going by the week, never leaving much snow, but always much sun. The first half of our snowpack got destroyed by a bizarre warm spell in January, leaving a terrifying layer of hoar for the moisture of Feburary to settle on. Luckily, I was wrapped up in 3 jobs, trying to save money for the cornerstone event of the summer. The one that pushed my little marble onto its winding track, and into those unknown, wild works.
I bought a plane ticket to Peru for June and July. Visions of steep, long alpine ice and snow lines have been swirling around in my head for months. I was terrified of another Durango summer, come and gone with nothing to show for it but some stories of drinking beer and 'epic' bike rides. No, I needed something big. It's time to take those dreams of alpinism and turn them into steel and stone. Real things.
A bathroom wall hanging I found inspiring in the cheeziest way:
The past is history,
the future is a mystery,
and today is a gift