I walked back into Cresthill to find my room full of stuff. My stuff. None of which I missed during my two month long absence. I was tempted simply to throw it all away. But stuff though it is, it's mostly nice quality stuff and I can't bear to trash any of it. So I repack the Subaru, more full than on the way out here this summer (but at least my road bike still fits inside where it belongs) and prepare to start the drive back to Wenatchee tomorrow morning. When I get home I'm taking some trips to the goodwill, which is slightly ironic because that's also where I buy a lot of clothes. oh well. The worst part is that I know that I have another full room of stuff in Wenatchee (and spilling out into piles in the garage). How have I accumulated so much? Why have I kept it?

Gregg's coming with; I left the front seat empty for him, but that's about all. He said that as long as I could fit him and his telemark boots, he was going to catch a ride back to his home state of WA. So it's the last trip of the season for me, but really just the start of another season!