Welp, the end is nigh. In approximately three weeks, my time in the Bitterroot Valley draws to an end. I’m not going to lie, I am saddened. The original plan was to be out here for six and a half months, but the project is being handed off, so that we may start a new one.
“Wow! I’m lost in thought. I don’t even know what to write next. My heart was really set on staying through the fall.”
The boss gathered us in a group to inform us of the plan. Up until then, it had been rumor that we might be leaving soon, but that’s all it was, rumor. Yeah, to say I felt sadness is an understatement. We, the crew, looked around at each other to catch our reactions as the boss explained what was going to happen and how the transition would take place. “What can I say? What can I do? Is there an option to stay?” As the boss continued, it was clear there was nothing to be done. A new crew would come in. We’d work with them to help with the transition and then we’re done.
So, yeah, the 22nd of July is my last day of work here. I’ve had a lot of fun here. I enjoyed the outdoors here—fishing, exploring, relaxing. I at least have three more weeks here, enough time to really squeeze out the enjoyment of the Bitterroot Valley. After that, I’m off to another job elsewhere. Yeah I’m melancholic, but I’m sure I’ll find magic at my next stop. “Oh, hell, of course I will. It’s Bozeman and Helena for goodness sake.”
Montana you ain’t getting rid of me that easy.
