I adjust to home, to coffee cooked in a percolator on the stove (so “civilized!” – and is that a good thing?), to a warm shower and clean fingernails and sleeping in a bed without worry of the horses on the picket line, to guests and neighbors and friends and work waiting here for our return, conversations waiting in line to be had. A warm welcoming. Good work, good people, a good place to be. Here and there.
The days pass so quickly at times, and other times, it seems as though we’ve been gone for so much longer. My “Ditch Diaries” journal is still in my duffel, stuffed deep in a pannier left unpacked from the travels home last night. There is much I look forward to sharing as time unfolds later in the day.
In the meanwhile, I share this with you. Highlights of this week at Ditch Camp. 8 to 10 cubic yards, or 8 to 10 tons of dirt and rock excavated from the hillside above the ditch and moved into the repair section. That a lot of shoveling. The little stallion, Flying Crow, successfully and quite happily survived his first pack trip, proving himself to be not just another pretty face, but a real work horse. The heat (it hit 80 or 81… how about that?) was at its upmost for the year. And still time was found to enjoy the mountain, each other, the beautiful world around us. You can’t shovel all day long, you know…
I hope you all are well and a good week was had by all. More stories to follow from this end, and hopefully time to catch up with all who wrote and all who I love to read… all before heading back up on Monday.