Heading east we saw the top of Mount Robson, which is usually covered in a cap of cloud.
We made the journey in 11 hours, barely stopping along the way. It was lovely to see the mountains again, but my body just doesn’t travel well and I knew I was facing a hectic week.
And so it was. Hectic. Intense. Pressured. Firehose. Lots of anxiety, but also? Willingness to learn. To try. To see what happened, when…
But I just don’t have the stamina anymore. The only reason I was able to cope at all was because I had an assistant who jumped in and helped answer questions and assist the students. And naps. I took naps at lunch.
Tomorrow is the final day so I decided to start packing up tonight. With two helpers it didn’t take long. There is still more but the bulk of it is ready to be loaded up tomorrow after class. It won’t take long to finish up and move out. And return home Friday.
And the students go home to tackle their homework.
I have a busy week when I get home and then the focus will be on the next classes for the School of Sweet Georgia. And keep weaving tea towels.
Keep on keeping on.