So in six days I will be moving almost 500 miles to Enterprise. I think it is really starting to sink in now. I have found a nice little place to rent--an apartment overlooking an old mill pond with the Eagle Cap wilderness as a back drop, Ruby Peak front and center. It is also minutes away from trail heads to one of the most inspirational landforms I have laid eyes on; Hell's Canyon.
Last time I went to Hell's Canyon was about this time last year, with a couple professors and some fellow grad and undergrad students to follow the path of the Missoula floods. (If you don't know what these are...check out the documentary
Ice Age Floods from NOVA, it's worth it!) Even surrounded by people I don't know very well, I was amazingly at ease the moment I set foot into the area. I think I am meant to be out East. My personal favorite piece of poetry came from that moment:
Warped Time bends Unthinkable angles obtained By an intangible yet innate force Angles not real, not imagined either Time makes shapes unrecognizable Straining to understand Efforts are futile for minds To grasp alone But unfocus from the issue And like a mirage A flitter in the perripheral It becomes all too clear Brief, fleeting, blindingly true You catch time warping.
