I have watched this blog defy all that is natural these past few months. As it stands, untouched, frail, without proper end one would expect it to decay. Such is not the way of the cyber age. This will stand for years beyond my years. Embedded in web language for all time. I had stopped writing it because the aura of the project had left, and it was time to move on. I would often revisit it though, namely because the last entry was my least favorite and stood glaring out in a apathetic mood so anti-climatic and weak. That wasn't my intention.
The winter was incredible. I doubt I'll ever have one like it again in my life. The house we found was on a mountain. We had bears and wolves in our yard regularly. It snowed almost 3 feet a week the entire time we were there. We snowboarded almost seventy days between the resort and the back country. We met some amazing people. Friends from home came out and joined us in the middle of the winter, and we had five grown men living in a gingerbread house pretending we were kids. It didn't matter. I loved every second of it. The cramping, the personality, the fact that one of us slept behind a bar, that three others slept on air matresses for months, that I learned the true meaning of exhiliration leaping off the edge of a rocky abyss only to be doused in a cold white mist of snow. I look at Tahoe now as home, now that I am not there, now that the tragedy of it has once again taken its course.
If you have ever concentrated on something so intently that you suddenly feel disconnected from you body, your head feels miles above your arms and the space between you and the computer screen the length of a football field, you have tasted it. It is a disjunct and it is how my life and my mind were related for quite some time upon my return. I have found the thirst again, for writing, for laughter, for travel, for life. I hope the next endeavor I make in the cyber world reflects where I've been and where I have come from. I hope that I have learned as much as I believe I have, and I am grateful that this will be here for years to come in which I can reflect on a time in my life that can be defined by curiousity and a thirst for experience. I lay this to rest.
