A Snapshot of Our Last Days in Missoula
Going away cards from our buddies, Jiah and Solan Grillo.
My last bike ride through Greenough Park along Rattlesnake Creek. It’s been a helluva lovely commute these past ten years!
The new neighborhood grocery store on our kitchen floor, post cupboard clean-out.
And the cupboards for the last few days … we practiced living on a boat by using one spoon, one bowl and one cup each.
Remember how everything has to fit in a 12′ x 12′ area in the back of our garage? Here’s about half that space. You can tell we like boots.
These favorites somehow didn’t make it into the book bin in time. Maybe because we wanted to read them until the very last minute?
My carry-ons tomorrow. We fly out of Missoula at 7am. (And, no, it’s not a weapon or a fishing tool … it’s my mini guitar in Rob’s homemade case.)
The sum total of Rob’s belongings for the next 2 years: 2 sweet dry bags + travel purse + big hat.
In between moving our own junk, we helped friends move a REALLY heavy clawfoot tub up their stairs. They fed us dinner in return.
We had a continuous “free” pile at the bottom of the driveway. Most of our stuff didn’t move very far: here’s our lawn chair just across the street, and I just spotted our shelves next door.
After selling both cars mid-week, we were lucky enough to borrow the Kesslers’ jeep. Rob had to pump up the leaking tire with a bike pump a couple of times.
Goodbye dinners have been the highlight of each day, as we took a break from packing and cleaning to share meals with our favorite people.
