One-Sentence Journal, Week Four

  1. 07/22/2013:  I’m not a summer person
  2. 07/23/2013:  At James Lee Burke reading at Fact & Fiction with my mom and we were lucky to get comfortable seats for a packed, though intimately small, house.
  3. 07/24/2013:  Had an interesting moment reading Young Men and Fire, where Norman Maclean is at the mill my dad worked at in 1977, looking for one of the survivors of Mann Gulch, and I wondered if Dad knew him.
  4. 07/25/2013:  Bedding down in a tipi at a hostel with no electricity, on the border of Glacier Park, the rustle of the North Fork of the Flathead just beyond the treeline, and life is good.
  5. 07/26/2013:  Two nights at the edge of the wilderness in the company of seekers, adventurers and vagabonds, and I’ve had more hours of conversation with strangers than in a decade of work travel.
  6. 07/27/2013:  I can wax philosophical all I want about the joys of dirt camping and the wild and all that, but nothing beats the luxury of my bones settling down in my own bed.
  7. 07/28/2013:  It’s getting to be that horrible time of summer where it’s been relentlessly hot for weeks on end and the air is heavy with wildfire smoke; how I feel must be akin to that of a winter-hater in February.


Author: Chris

Chris La Tray is a writer, a walker, and a photographer. He is an enrolled member of the Little Shell Tribe of Chippewa Indians and lives in Missoula, MT.

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