Putts
Well-known member
We need a Big Sky up here in Montana. Come spring all the locals breath deep the warm air. In winter, huddled three and four layers deep with a breath frosted scarf over your face, there's quite a bit of resistance and thermal barrier between you and the frozen oxygen. This time of year you can shove your face in it; eyes squinting against the high sun; friggen suck that ***** in like the Universe intended. You watch a Montanan walking up the jetway after a trip to a metropoli, I guarantee you their eyes are rolled back in their head mouth wide open horking in great gulps of Big Sky. Aspiration, baby.
So here I am on the back porch, with my build sitting in the driveway, thinking of far away adventures a few year from now. I'm in a hoodie, sweatpants, and schlepy slippers typing. Twelve weeks ago I would have been dead of hypothermia in a half hour. But tonight I'm just chillin in comfort with a drink and a puff, already half drowsy and ready for my nightly doze. Reading your folk talk about cricket and frog comms, ear plugs and fire flies, thinking, "Yeah, I'll get there."
You bet, I'm happy.
Doesn't matter where you are you're always here.
So here I am on the back porch, with my build sitting in the driveway, thinking of far away adventures a few year from now. I'm in a hoodie, sweatpants, and schlepy slippers typing. Twelve weeks ago I would have been dead of hypothermia in a half hour. But tonight I'm just chillin in comfort with a drink and a puff, already half drowsy and ready for my nightly doze. Reading your folk talk about cricket and frog comms, ear plugs and fire flies, thinking, "Yeah, I'll get there."
You bet, I'm happy.
Doesn't matter where you are you're always here.