I am home...since Saturday

I am back in Maine. Got back Saturday afternoon and promptly took my horse out for a ride. I feel a little mixed about being home -- on one hand it is good to be back in the familiar, around people I love, near my home mountains, caring for my horse, riding my bike through the Maine Woods -- and on the other hand, I had such an exceptional trip, one that raised 1,000 emotions that I am still filtering through, that I wish I was still out west. Vacation withdrawal perhaps? There must be such a thing.

I still have many posts to post -- I was having so many amazing experiences in ID and MT that I was unable to keep up. My commitment is to continue in chronological order of the trip (after this out of order post) and to work on a couple personal essays that I know I want to write. Another goal is to make my second iMovie (I made my first at a technology conference on Monday of this week) one that incorporates images, video, music, narration and all (this little project is one I am so looking forward to, but that I expect will take some time).

Of course I have been riding my bike (one of the many things I learned or remembered while out west is how much I love my bike) -- riding with Jim, riding alone, riding with Alison. Spent Tuesday with Al (love her to pieces for so many reasons) -- we ate a really good lunch at the Orange Cat -- rode bikes in Carrabassett Valley -- and then did a water aerobics class that she teaches from 5:30 - 6:15. A good day. From here, time in my classroom, time with my niece and nephew, time at my parents, time on White Cap, time thinking and feeling, time writing, time swimming (it is going to be HOT this weekend).

Alison on The Gauge (old railroad bed)