The Last...

Things are really winding down here. Four days left, and I can't wait. I'm completely exhausted, and I'm done with the crap here. We have a bunch of evaluations to do, and I gave them an earful. Carefully thought out, of course, but stuff that needs to be said. I'm listening to my roommates complain in the next room, and for once I agree with everything they're saying. We're all pretty done with the place.

Yesterday I did my last breakfast. My last deissue. My last store hit. And my last shuttle. The shuttle was amazing, up one of the hundreds of dirt roads that sit unobtrusively all over the state. There's some good stuff up those roads, but most people (myself included) never think to look. I'm glad I did. I passed the settlement of Dunton, like a ghost town except it's inhabited. It's 22 miles (half of it dirt) from the main road. The way people in Wyoming County go to Rochester to get stuff done, these people have a similar trip to Dolores. Except that the people in Dolores go to Cortez or Farmington. It's hard to imagine being that isolated. You get some wicked scenery, though.

Tomorrow is debrief day. We're going to spend the whole day Talking. Then have a big party. I hope we're all still speaking to each other.