It’s starting to gain traction. I sent in the applications today and if everything goes as planned, I’ll have a place to live in Hood River and I can start my grand exodus across the country on October 1st. I’m slowly rearming the cannons at Brainside Out and reconnecting with clients, and I’m learning that there’s no shortage of work to be done. Finally, this week I’ve been able to hack away at some of it.
A person far more ingrateful than myself might say “Fat surprise!” to a wealth of work waiting for him after three months incommunicado, but I prefer to go through life with far more graciousness than that. I am ever so thankful to know such loyal clients, to have such wonderful friends, that I can spend three months following a tandem dream, and still hit the ground running with a dream left in stasis back in May. I love guiding wilderness trips but I also love running my own business, and I’m really excited to see what the next year has in store for us.
Meanwhile, I’m a bit sleep deprived after a long weekend of hanging out with the family at the cabin, and whooping it up in Duluth with some old Wuda Wooch! friends. My 15-month old nephew was kind enough to give me his cold over the weekend, so I’ve been chasing that down for the last couple days. I think I’m on the tail end of this thing, though, so pretty soon here the pace will start picking up again.
