Wayfarer Campground (Big Fork)
I turned into what is called Big Fork Village. It is a couple of very barrow streets lined with tourist trap type businesses and surrounded by upscale resorts. There were quite a few bikers in town from the looks of things. I headed back to the highway and found a subway, pizza hut, and dairy queen, none of which had drive-thrus or seemed appealing. I headed back to the park only to find a line of twenty people waiting to order at the hamburger stand. I settled for a Peanut butter Sandwich (I am out of Jelly) and Ritz Crackers for lunch.
Did I mention I was tired? I got my pillows out, set them up on the picnic table and laid down to read my book. Soon I was asleep. It was 4pm.
At 5:30 pm I awoke to the sound of the "loudmouth" family. I thought I had the most secluded spot in the camp. What I did not realize was through the bushes and down the hill directly under my site about twenty feet away was another site. It just so happened that there were two males in their forties and a woman in her sixties (mother and sons I presumed) that had voices that carried. It was annoying.
I went down to the lake to read my book. I had some ideas of changes to a story I want to write. Then the wheels stopped spinning. The answer had arrived. My destiny was to return to Tucson, take some classes in writing and how to get published, while trying to get work (volunteer or paid) in the education of library fields. This was the answer my subconscious derived from all the inputs it had received since I began this journey.
The jouney began months before I left my job and sold my house. My subconscious has been working overtime for a long time. Everything fit. Although I questioned the details, the overall plan felt right and stable. I would think on it some more. After a short bike ride I had a renewed spirit. I think the explanantion for my tiredness and depression was that the answer was coming and everything was being made ready. There was a lot of work going on in the background.
I spent the night reading, taking pictures of thee sunset over the lake, and thinking about the next steps. I think I have an appointment the weekend of August 10th. Until then, I would wrap up my visit in Montana, have a goodd visit with the people in Oregon, then head south. I would get on the internet and check out options for writing classes at the vaarious colleges and maybe giv e my real estate agent a call to look for an apartment. It felt right. Maybe the geographical and career change was too much at once. Maybe I could get my foot in the door in another occupation down there then use it to move to another location later. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.
Tomorrow I would check out the colleges in the area around Flathead lake just to reassure myself that the options here would not compare to Tucson. I knew the winter weather would not compare anyway. Tomorrow was another day I would have to find a place to stay.