Today seems like a good day to get started with blogging again. Here’s the short story. Since we got back, we’ve been shuffling back and forth between our parents’ houses, collecting the scattered remnants from our life before Korea, and trying to figure out what’s next for us.
Today we are at Kristin’s parents’ house near Conifer. This morning the clouds rolled in and swallowed up the mountains across the valley, leaving only one spectral mountain spur in sight. You can still make out a few puffs of golden aspen trees breaking up the triangles of pine trees, highlighted by a layer of snow. It looks like this:
Mountain in the clouds.
In the last few weeks we’ve gotten to enjoy a lot of good old fashioned American activities. We’ve done some gardening, learned how to make jelly, can pickles, and assemble corral gates.
Homemade Concord grape jelly. Not so sickly sweet as the stuff from the store.
One of our old home brews with jars full of beets waiting for their pickling brine.
This is a picture from branding at my dad's a few years ago. We helped replace the gate behind and to the left of the new mom. Just for fun, guess what she's eating?
We brewed some beer.
Me watching some industrious yeast making beer fun.
We took a little road trip and visited some tourist attractions.
Back row (left to right): Devils Tower. Front row: Kristin.
The moment we found the bathroom at Mount Rushmore.
We went to a football game.
Me and my dad at the game.
Saw some Americana.
You mess with the US, you don't just get the horns, you get an eagle with a cow skull for a body that will seriously peck you really hard if you get close enough for it to reach you. Like, it will really hurt. I'm not messing around here. It'll maybe even leave a mark. Or a bruise. So you really shouldn't try to steal it. Even without the camera. Canada.
This was not a common sight in Korea. Nice work, 'Merica!
Saw some wildlife.
A mule deer in the driveway at Kristin's parents' house.
A mountain goat in the parking lot at Mount Rushmore.
A mounted jackalope at the gift shop near Devils Tower.
We’ve done a lot of other things since leaving Korea, too, we just don’t have pictures.
It’s been good to be home, but we’re still a little homesick for at least some aspects of our life in Korea. Here are just a few of the reasons:
Kristin's last day with some truly remarkable kids.
Six years old and pretty much fluent in two languages. They're that cool. And funny, too.
Fun with tissues and spit.