It was 2011. My new job, I figured, was working out well. I was settling into Bozeman and looking forward to my new life. Gone are the days of adventure and now a new focus on a legit career in software. Time to take a real effort towards it anyway, specially after the Sikorsky debacle. This time I would focus and not play. Even though my heart was still aching about leaving Missoula and a potential new friendship.
Then I received a email from Norman. But really it might have been Lydia's idea. Because he mentioned that she mentioned ... well, you get the picture. Anyway, someone had a idea to let me know that they were going on a back pack trip AND to mention that Mo was going with them. Of course they said this knowing I had a huge crush on her and that I might be prompted to go. Bribing me maybe so that I would just join them for an adventure. Who knows the motivation.
I was in! Late Thursday night I prepared to show up out of the blue and crash the back pack weekend trip party. With intel from my friends I left after work Friday. The sun was setting over Browns Lake somewhere near Helmsville as I sped along highway 141. I was heading to a Holland Lake parking lot to set forth to find a hiking party of 3.
What was I doing? Knowing someone would be in a adventure group in the Swan Range. And without them knowing it I would just show up and be like, "Oh ... Hey". Was this stocking? And what about my life agreement to finally buckle down and work. Giving up on so adventure? And focusing?
Well ... I really have not looked back and have been adventuring every weekend since. that job never really worked out anyway. Happy stalkaversary ...o/o