It gets little better for me in the good time department than making tea by the roadside. I’m not sure how quite to describe it but it just makes sense to me.
I’m currently on a road trip, clacking away on my old laptop I keep around for such things as rambling or retreating, so that I can attempt to keep up with all the things that percolate and bubble to the surface that I want to scribe down. It’s far too time consuming and arduous a task to use pen and paper on trips and then have the merry assignment of having to type it all out when I get home – I know, cuz I’ve done it. So, I’ve learned to make peace with traveling with electronics, as there’s a big part of me that would prefer to venture off without them.
Alas, a writer must write – and when she wanders off she must take the tools of the trade with her, with gladness in her heart.
Stats thus far, on my first leg of the trip:
Left town: Friday October 12th at 5:45am
Miles traveled on Friday: 828.9
Car camped for the night: Medina, North Dakota
Arrived in the metro area of the Twin Cities in Minnesota, to spend 2 days with a good friend: Saturday October 13th at 12:30pm
Miles traveled on Saturday: 380.6
Billboard on the roadside in North Dakota :)
Missoula City Cemetery
Today is the Day of the Dead. From wikipedia: Day of the Dead (Dia de los muertos in Spanish) is a Mexican holiday observed throughout Mexico and around the world in other cultures. The holiday focuses on gatherings of family and friends to pray for and remember friends and family members who have died. According to wikipedia Day of the Dead begins on October 31st and ends on November 2nd every year. In Missoula we have a Festival of the Dead parade, which will happen later on today downtown, to honor and celebrate this honorable holiday, along with other workshops that go on around town in the week leading up to today.
Last Sunday a friend told me about a storytelling event that one of the oldest cemeteries in town offers every year around Halloween time. I had never heard about it before and was interested in attending so I brought my stepson with me and his friend and we met up with my friend Rhonda to go check it out. It was a nice autumn day last Sunday with hints of sun shining through the silver clouds, a spread of yellowing leaves on the ground, and a chill to the air. Upon arriving at the Missoula City Cemetery we were greeted warmly and given a map of the storytellers that were located around the grounds. The premise of the event was to have volunteers dress up in character and tell their story as if they were the one who had died and was buried at the particular gravesite they were speaking from. They would tell the life story of that individual or talk about a certain event that occurred or offer other important information about their life. They were all true stories and many of the volunteers also had pictures to show. It was very well done and incredibly enjoyable to hear stories of the past.