Aside from a Kansas tornado and engine trouble crossing the Continental Divide, the drive west was uneventful -- certainly not a hardship compared to the covered wagon journeys of my not-so-distant ancestors. We reconnected with our people in Baton Rouge and Grand Junction and Reno and Truckee. One benefit of a traveling life is that every reunion is made more sweet, too short to verge on mundane.
The remainder of the summer was a challenge, in that I worked in southern Idaho and Danielle worked in northern Idaho, six hours distant. But the central mountains proved an ideal weekend rendezvous and we began our love affair with the state's hot springs, flower strewn meadows and alpine lakes.
Come August, I finally joined Danielle in Moscow. We were quickly charmed by campus life, the vibrant farmers market, the profundity of untended heirloom apple trees scattered about town, and a maze of trails in the nearby hills. Danielle had to slow down long enough for surgical repair of an injured knee, but was back in hiking and cross country ski boots by the time winter arrived. A busy, but fruitful start.
The remainder of the summer was a challenge, in that I worked in southern Idaho and Danielle worked in northern Idaho, six hours distant. But the central mountains proved an ideal weekend rendezvous and we began our love affair with the state's hot springs, flower strewn meadows and alpine lakes.
Come August, I finally joined Danielle in Moscow. We were quickly charmed by campus life, the vibrant farmers market, the profundity of untended heirloom apple trees scattered about town, and a maze of trails in the nearby hills. Danielle had to slow down long enough for surgical repair of an injured knee, but was back in hiking and cross country ski boots by the time winter arrived. A busy, but fruitful start.
Enjoying the high country near Truckee, as well as the languid waters of Lake Tahoe.
A sampling of the many splendored landscapes of summer in Idaho, a feast for nature lovers.
Finally at home in Moscow. The verdant green of the wheat fields in spring aged to brilliant August gold, the apples made ready as the blueberries slowed. Students, myself included, once again made their rounds on campus as fall came on.
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