Last night I visited the Rangel's household for a BBQ get together of friends new and old. The Lutherfolk began talking about forming the much-anticipated "Nordic Alumni Choir," and we spent some funny moments on dictionary.com searching for words with pronouncable Norwegian couterparts that would have something to do with our experiences. The Rosas/Brockshus team had some good ones.
We are in need of Anna Scholtz for this project- and put the group name on hold until we have some help. I say the next Nordic wedding that occurs, we get together and sing with as many alums as possible.
I am missing Wilderness a little bit. It is a place that really sticks with you when you aren't near it. For some reason, I picture staff members congregating in the entryway of Pinecliff more than any other scene. I see the mostly nighttime activities of teeth being brushed and headlamps clicked on as clumps of staff head off to bed or start a late night game of cards. There are other things, too, that I remember and miss.
-the sounds of Pinecliff's lacquered benches scraping across the floor as we hungrily wait to eat.
-the feeling of packing on the night before a canoe trip; the most supreme multi-tasking I think exists.
-putting together the food for the trip and locking the red and blue Duluth packs into the locker.
-taking what feel like the same treks around Fishhook over and over and over again.
-feeling like a mother duck to the tiny (tiny) ones.
-the trip's first paddle stroke off of main dock, which starts the week-long journey from dread into pride and joyfulness and familiarity.
It all has a slightly dingy but happy glow about it. Paul has been reminding me of the nostalgia of it all- and he feels it too because of his shift in perspective this year. I hope to visit Wilderness and carry some canoes after I get back and settled from India: I'm thinking July 16th or 17th through the 23rd or 24th.
Tomorrow: visit JES, prep for Jen's wedding, and India planning!
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