||[Oct. 20th, 2009|08:30 pm]
an amateur historian
memories do tend to fade. i sometimes forget your face and the way you looked at me with that smile.
the gentleman's quarrel with hau couldn't have gone better. out on the station's porch with that view of the navajo sandstone valley, a yellow ribbon of trees lining the creek's curved path, we traded tobacco and smoked our pipes in the orange light of the early evening. we lazily discussed overpopulation, lucid dreams, students who struggle with the idea of god, environmental ethics, buying a home, highlights of the trip and struggles we've needed to overcome. karl gave a fine astronomy presentation and larry taught a creative writing workshop. the lesson: pay attention. that night we did a poetry reading and discussed. one student performed a dance. my god, it was an extraordinary trip. it was an extraordinary group of students. it was fine company.
now, day after tomorrow, i'll be taking some students out into the middle of nowhere for three days for an archaeology internship. we'll be camping and the nights will be frigid. the days may be sunny but there'll be work to do. i think i have my menu down and will be buying food tomorrow. this should probably be the last camping excursion before winter. i may get to see david sedaris when i get back saturday afternoon. we'll see.