I’ve lived in a few houses that, to outsiders, just looked dirty. But the sense of community—family, I suppose—has made up for all the lack of cleanliness. Nick is cleaning our wonderful house now, and it made me think back on the others.
During my senior year in college I lived with friends at 1608 North Corona Street, in Colorado Springs. We used to sit in rocking chairs on the porch and watch cars hit the speed dip, laugh, then stay up late goofing off in the kitchen on the Voodoo balance board, solving the world’s problems. Sam baked wild and whimsical concoctions he called ‘cookies,’ Renan spent most of his time on the slack line in the yard, and Anna and I would sneak out for an afternoon climb after class.
Then there was 711 North Black, in Bozeman—the ‘campy’ 200-year-old kayaker house turned climber hostel that took care of so many Bozeman vagrants. I lived there when I needed it most, after two knee surgeries, and met a community of friends I still cherish today.
Right now at 1328 Cherry Drive, it’s spring. The fruit trees are blossoming and the sun is out. The energy is building with the season and in our lives. We’re in our early 30s (well, Nick, Pat and I are, Cotton’s getting there), and we’re figuring out what we want to do—or at least putting a lot of effort and heart into it.
You probably don’t ever really figure out what you want to do with your life anyway, right?
Nick is launching a badass aerial video and photo production company, Elevated Productions; Stronghold Fabrication is building steam and has a boulder lined up to build in Big Sky this summer; the Weekly and Mountain Outlaw are buzzing they’re so hot; and after a year off from farming, Cotton has re-embraced his passion and this year planted a garden.
It’s an exciting time. I love spring. Time to go rock climbing.