{"id":2800,"date":"2014-07-02T23:59:38","date_gmt":"2014-07-03T03:59:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/?p=2800"},"modified":"2014-07-02T23:59:38","modified_gmt":"2014-07-03T03:59:38","slug":"off-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/?p=2800","title":{"rendered":"We Went Off: Going Back Again (#3)"},"content":{"rendered":"

If you missed the beginning of this series, you may want to read Part One<\/a> and Part Two<\/a> first.<\/p>\n

The next morning was overcast and rainy, but it cleared up as soon as we hit the road.<\/p>\n

\"IMG_7629\"<\/a>Before heading up to Montana, we stopped at the Buffalo Bill Dam<\/a>, which LCB loudly dubbed the Buffalo Bill Darn as soon as we exited the RV. This was terrible enough as it was, but it got much worse when the small people started laughing hysterically and then a nearby tourist began chuckling, too.<\/p>\n

That just encourages the man.<\/p>\n

It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s in moments like these that I feel not unlike Marge Simpson. It was as if I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d woken up that morning and found myself living in an RV, legally bound to Homer.<\/p>\n

(Fortunately, LCB\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s very attractive, so one would never physically confuse him with Homer. This line, while true, is also necessary for avoiding marital discourse with \u00e2\u20ac\u00a6Homer.)<\/p>\n

At any rate, before walking on the dam, we stopped at the visitor center to use the bathroom. The males in our family had walked in ahead of the females, and when Baby-girl and I approached the restrooms, they were huddled by the doors in deep discussion. The toilets, we soon discovered, were essentially giant holes with toilet seats on top of them, and the men hoped<\/del> theorized that the toilets might somehow empty directly into the dam.<\/p>\n

Is it improper to discuss toilets in public? Because that\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s what happens to you when you wake up in an RV married to Homer.<\/p>\n

\"IMG_7635\"<\/a>Ah, yes, that would be the boys, standing looking down below the toilets to see if they could prove their theory. It was one of their finer moments as well as a moment where I paused to thank the Lord that we never ordered anislandmom.com t-shirts for the family. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s just not the way I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d want people exposed to my blog for the first time.<\/p>\n

I save that junk for all y\u00e2\u20ac\u2122all, my peoples.<\/p>\n

My apologies if you are a first-time reader.<\/p>\n

\"IMG_7643\"<\/a>\"IMG_7648\"<\/a>Then, we walked out on the dam itself and looked around for a couple of minutes, noting its features. I was so busy taking pictures and looking around, however, that I didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t realize what I was doing until I started to leave the dam.<\/p>\n

If you read my camping on Hunting Island<\/a> posts, you know I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m not fond of heights. Therefore, while on the dam, I was careful to stay away from the edges, feeling (at least I thought) much more at ease in the middle of the walkway. And then it hit me.<\/p>\n

\"IMG_7639\"<\/a>Someone\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6we won\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t disclose her identity, but we\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll call her Marge, realized she was walking with her legs spread wide, like she\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d just gotten off a giant\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s horse. Yes, Marge realized that while she thought she was handling her acrophobia discreetly, she was instead stupidly trying to provide herself with extra balance by walking like a living triangle so she wouldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t fall off a fifteen-feet-or-so wide walkway (lined with railings, no less) and plunge over the side of the dam.<\/p>\n

I really don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t know what to say here.<\/p>\n

In fact, just yesterday I was reading an author who kept using phrases like, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I just don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t know how to describe for you\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u009d and \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I just can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t tell you how\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u009d to the point where I finally put down the book because oh my word already<\/em>, if you are writing a book, it is your job<\/em> to know how to describe or tell something at least most of the time. If you are being rendered speechless on every page, what exactly are you doing?<\/p>\n

This is all true.<\/p>\n

But I still don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t know what to say here. So I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll move on.<\/p>\n

On our way out, we saw a bunch of other little interesting things,<\/p>\n

\"IMG_7649\"<\/a>like this,<\/p>\n

\"IMG_7627\"<\/a>and this, things I remember nothing about now, even though I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m sure the descriptive plaques were fascinating to read at the time.<\/p>\n

We left the darn and headed north until we hit Livingston, Montana. From there we headed west to Bozeman<\/a>. If you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve read my prequel<\/a>, you know before we settled on island living, there was a time where we were considering relocating to the mountains. During that time, we looked very seriously at Bozeman.<\/p>\n

So there we were, headed back into the town that could have become our home. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a strange, strange thing to step back, after probably a fifteen year absence, into the outer trimmings of a life you once came close to choosing. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a charged moment.<\/p>\n

Without prompting, the small people had put away their\u00c2\u00a0tablets and books, and sat faces to windows, taking it all in.<\/p>\n

\"IMG_7674\"<\/a>\"IMG_7671\"<\/a>We stopped at a gas station on the east side of town to refuel and pick up some home magazines (an obsessive hobby of mine),<\/p>\n

\"IMG_7686\"<\/a>and then drove down the main street,<\/p>\n

\"IMG_7683\"<\/a>pointing out shops and restaurants we remembered along the way.<\/p>\n

\"IMG_7687\"<\/a>We drove by the high school, where I perhaps would have been teaching today had we settled in Bozeman.<\/p>\n

And then we turned south as we headed out of town, and the mountain range that had been in our peripheral view was now in front of us. It was the same mountain range we woke to in our\u00c2\u00a0B&B\u00c2\u00a0fifteen years ago. On that last trip, we saw many mountain ranges, both in the United States and in Canada.<\/p>\n

But of all the mountains we saw on that trip, I remember thinking these were the ones. These were the mountains I could see myself waking to and inhaling every day for the rest of my life. It wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t that they were the most beautiful ones out there, although they are very beautiful.<\/p>\n

I guess it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s just that they suited me.<\/p>\n

\"IMG_7695\"<\/a>\"IMG_7698\"<\/a>And as we continued south, the roadway now laced with a few more buildings than I remember, the mountains stood before us again, as vast and as beauty-laden as ever.<\/p>\n

And you know what?<\/p>\n

They still suit me.<\/p>\n

\"IMG_7699\"<\/a>In life, choosing one thing often means giving up another thing, which is what we did when we chose our island. That said, it is a rare day when the grace of our choice escapes me. I love our island life.<\/p>\n

But still, Bozeman would have been a fine, fine life.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

If you missed the beginning of this series, you may want to read Part One and Part Two first. The next morning was overcast and rainy, but it cleared up as soon as we hit the road. Before heading up to Montana, we stopped at the Buffalo Bill Dam, which LCB loudly dubbed the Buffalo […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[365],"tags":[427,1764,1763,1767,425,1765,1766],"class_list":["post-2800","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-off-island-stories","tag-bozeman-montana","tag-buffalo-bill-dam","tag-going-off-island","tag-imagining-another-life","tag-montana-mountains","tag-traveling-with-kids","tag-what-i-saw-in-my-rv"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2800","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2800"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2800\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2800"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2800"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2800"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}