I am now back in the Midwestern flatlands. A little less picturesque than the mountainous, big-sky lands of the west, but it is warm, cozy, and bear-free in my childhood home. My future plans are still up in the air, so for now enjoy these final Montanan thoughts:
When you meet a Bear...
Yes, it finally happened. I met a bear. Of course it happened while I was alone late one evening. I was not in the forest either; I was in town wearing my favorite red heels. When I am in the middle of the woods, I have Bear Spray attached to my hip at all times. When I am in town? Nope!
So there I was, walking home one evening, minding my own business, when I notice a toppled garbage can and trash scattered all over the sidewalk ahead. As a Midwestern girl, my first reaction is - raccoon. I don't see or hear anything moving so I continue walking. I soon realize that what I initially thought was a dark shadow had started growling. As my eyes adjusted, the shadow slowly took shape of big black bear. Growling noises turned into hissing, spitting sounds as his eyes reflected the streetlights, watching me freeze to the sidewalk.
After a long moment, I forced myself to remember my ‘bear-training.’ I started slowly backing away while calming saying "whoa bear". I could see his eyes still glowing in the darkness, staring at me. I ducked behind a Toyota Tacoma and regained my wits. "I want to go home, but there is a bear between me and home." I peered over the truck and the bear had not moved - his eyes still on me. Finally my city-girl instinct kicked in, I reached into my purse, grabbed my cell phone, and called 911.
60 terrifying seconds and 3 squad cars later, the bear ran away and I clip-clopped my red heels home as fast as I could. (Photo: My Halloween costume - "Only you can prevent wildfires!")
Our Final Hitch
Our final hitch was just as stressful as previous hitches (3+ miles of tread still to finish brushing and treading, 4 bridges, and a culvert), but there was a warm comfort in our routine that made every meal an event, every 100 yards of tread a masterpiece, and every laugh a memory.
A fellow forest friend visited our camp site during this hitch - the graceful deer... beautiful, obnoxious creatures. They tiptoed around our tents at night, each stick snap was terrifying... since we were not entirely sure they were deer at first - visions of bears dancing in our heads. The words: "Are you a bear?" escaped my lips on several occasions, often resulting in the deer galloping off into the woods. Some pitch-black mornings, my florescent headlamp would illuminate dozens of green eyes, staring at me as I put on my boots. One morning I yelled at the glowing green eyes, trying to counteract my fear with fabricated bravery, and a handful of the eyes dropped to the ground - ducking behind a log, I imagine. This scared me even more, and I tripped over my untied bootlaces to the safety of our wall tent (such a scaredy cat). The late-night deer parties started to become so irritating that I built a fence around my tent made of sticks. Yup, sticks. It's a good thing there weren't any big bad wolves around.
There were several times in the woods I felt as though I was losing sanity. Who piles up a bunch of sticks to combat deer? Who eats nothing but almonds, goldfish, and tuna packets for lunch for an entire summer? These are things I did, and would do again. Another point of insanity: our entire crew was convinced that the best meal was Velveeta Mac&Cheese with bean-less chili. Our final meal in the wilderness was ramen. Straight-up, chicken flavored ramen. It was insanely glorious.
We packed up camp and said goodbye to our home. We had spent almost 30 days at this campsite - our once bridge-less creek now had a Lincoln-log style bridge hovering high above the rushing water; the bearhangs made with blood, sweat, and tears were taken down; our giant wall tent rolled into its never-quite-big-enough canvas bag.
We roughed up the earth that had been flattened by our tents until it looked like we had never been there.
One day, no one will know we were there. The brush will grow back; drains will clog; water bars will decompose; bridges and culverts will collapse. All that will last, all that ever lasts, is the growth that occurred within each of us, making us better listeners, teachers, friends, lovers, helpers...
My Love Affair with Montana
I said goodbye to good friends, wonderful roommates, and truly amazing kindred spirits. It was time to say goodbye to Montana:
“My days here are numbered, so I have been enjoying a solo love affair with my Montana home. I’ve never felt this way about a town before. After my goodbyes, I went for a run in the wintry wonderland. It finally snowed here, and I have completely romanticized the otherwise cold, wet, and dreary weather.
I am wearing new snow boots and am relishing each crunchy step. I am enjoying some peppermint tea in one of my favorite coffee shops, sitting in a big leather chair in the front window. It’s the best. I get to watch people rush about the town and they get to watch me write.
Like a true gentleman, this town is reciprocating my love affair with hot tea, heart-warming music, and kind interactions from strangers. The sweet man who greeted me on the sidewalk. The charmingly odd man who told me I have beautiful handwriting as I scribbled in my journal.
The first pair of boots I tried on fit perfectly. The local toy store had just the parting gift I wanted for a friend. I am about to go to the local hardware store where they will have exactly what I need to finish cleaning my apartment, and later, the local market will have something perfect for me to eat.”
After a couple days, I said goodbye to that lovely town… Goodbye mountains…
I left with the hope of returning again someday soon…
Scare yourself to find peace
I wanted to have this experience. I wanted to move far away from home. I wanted to live in a tent for a while. I wanted to do manual labor and feel my muscles ache. I wanted to experience something frightening. All because... only until you scare yourself and challenge yourself will you grow. I intend to scare myself for many years to come.
"Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself"
- Leo Tolstoy
This is my passion – challenging myself and others to grow. Be humbled by the unknown, face needless fears, and continue to seek knowledge and truth. Only when peace is found within, will peace be found on earth.
For now… Peace! -Julie