On a cold november day on the palouse as the wind whispered through the leafless trees, and the wind howled against the structured 3 story building that I called home I decided to set off on another adventure; one that would entail much drama and self-sacrifice, one that would mean risking my living, education and transportation. Yet there are times in life, you understand the cause is greater than the uncertainty, the reward worth the sacrifice. I understood the peril and unwilling to delay any longer, I grabbed most of my possessions, which entailed one box. I quickly went through my list: chains, jumper cables, and a spare tank of gasoline, check. With my dilapidated beater of a a car I nicknamed Frankenstein "frankie" for short I sped west into the Montana wilderness. 'Oklahoma or bust' and I just might be flint stonin' my ass there. Majestic scenery arrested my senses as I was witness to many aspen pines shedding their foliage to allow for a pretty autumn scene. As I meandered around steep mountain slopes opening up to more river valleys and picturesque scenic terrain my thoughts wandered, I was satisfied to finally be leaving the barren slopes of the palouse, where I had spent the last 6 months. I had endured a long hard summer. After many series of misfortunate events that ended in my loss of driving; I biked 16 miles a day from my pullman place of residence to Moscow, ID where I worked. It was a hard and grueling summer, but I learned from that experience. From my whimsical, caution to the wind, devil be damned mentality to actually focusing on actions affecting people and other potential pratfalls and piercing pain that arose from my careless attitude. However, I was on a mission, an undertaking involving a rescue. A damsel in distress was the target of this journey. One thing many people come to understand about me is when I set to my mind to something, nothing will change it, and I accomplish what I set out for. You can stand me up to the gates of hell as the great Tom Petty sings, but I won't back down. That was my hard headed mindset as I was driving through the greater plains of Montana, transitioning now to more barren plains as I crossed into Missoula. I stayed at Helena for the night, on a friends couch. And was up and gone around 5 am the next day heading southbound toward Yellowstone. Upon reaching the entrance however, I was stopped and sent back. This was not well forethought; winter closures prevented my passage through the park. Annoyed as all get out, I traveled back to Bozeman and cut south through Idaho and Wyoming, 4 hours of daylight and a full tank of gasoline was wasted, yet my spirits were still somehow high. Making my way through mountainous terrain and steep passes I finally transitioned to the plains of southern Wyoming.
(to be continued)