We have brought many things from our old lives to our modest camper, the one we are calling home for a few months until we figure out life here in North Dakota. Our smaller duck mounts are hanging in the miniscule bedroom. The wooden signs that used to adorn our log walls now add some color to the otherwise mundane bathroom decor. The magnets, the ones that previously held documents to our lovely refrigerator, grip tightly to the stove hood, the only metal surface upon which they are able to cling. The table is home to my old reading lamp, a stack of napkins held down by weathered antlers from a North Carolina deer, and an equally-antlered picture frame. Underneath the glass frame stands a black-and-white picture of my grandparents on their wedding day.
My Nana and Granddad stand proudly mere centimeters from one another. The picture doesn't show it but her nuptial attire palette matches his; olive, army green, the ideal hue for a post-war wedding in Cheyenne, Wyoming. Days after this picture was taken, the newly-wedded pair would set off for greener, snowier pastures in Buffalo, New York.
The trip would span 1,482 miles, would have lasted 23 hours and 49 minutes, if the car needn't gas nor the driver rest. In the blink of an eye, Nana's entire life changed. She traded the western prairie for a snowy city, filled with an entirely new life. Conversely, our trip spanned 1,603 miles, and, according to Google Maps, should have lasted 1 day, 3 hours. Dissimilar as well; I am trading the snowy life I've always known for the western prairie.
I documented our journey via video, simply because it was the only way I could capture this momentous decision. Please enjoy.
My Nana and Granddad stand proudly mere centimeters from one another. The picture doesn't show it but her nuptial attire palette matches his; olive, army green, the ideal hue for a post-war wedding in Cheyenne, Wyoming. Days after this picture was taken, the newly-wedded pair would set off for greener, snowier pastures in Buffalo, New York.
The trip would span 1,482 miles, would have lasted 23 hours and 49 minutes, if the car needn't gas nor the driver rest. In the blink of an eye, Nana's entire life changed. She traded the western prairie for a snowy city, filled with an entirely new life. Conversely, our trip spanned 1,603 miles, and, according to Google Maps, should have lasted 1 day, 3 hours. Dissimilar as well; I am trading the snowy life I've always known for the western prairie.
I documented our journey via video, simply because it was the only way I could capture this momentous decision. Please enjoy.
2 comments:
I am SUPER excited to have found your blog!! Seems I'm on the same journey - I started hunting here in NY last year's deer season, not to mention all the lead-up to it (food plots, trail camera forensics and speculation) and I am in love with ALL of it. I've found very few huntresses like me, seems you're of a similar mind!! So, nice to meet you! I have a blog I've just started, trying to help get a community of kick-ass huntresses more connected - I'd be grateful for any advice if you have a minute :) Cheers!!
I could not do it, could not leave my mountains for very long. I spent twenty four hours in Atlanta once and never figured out which way was north or even where I was. You will make your time out there great though.
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