I am today in Alaska, not far from Denali. I am almost certainly stunned by the beauty and majesty I see around me, and the sun has barely dipped below the horizon since I've been here and it's never gotten truly dark, and in the 24-hour daylight I am probably energized in a way that I have never exactly been before, but all of these statements but the fact of my location are just guesses--as I write this it is a gorgeous late spring night in Boulder and in truth I can't really imagine what Alaska will be like.
Today is the last day I work by this season's rules. Since the equinox I have played the game thus defined and Sunday is the solstice and here in Alaska I will pass with our hemisphere into summer.
I have learned so much as I've done this project over these past three months. The symbolism of spring has been beautifully appropriate: I planted something and let it begin to grow, and it did.
And now what? What will the goals be now?
This is not a blog, I have insisted for months, and it isn't, but over the summer I will make it look and read less like one.
I will keep publishing because I believe publishing is the most important thing, but what exactly that will look like I don't yet know.
Beyond that, what can I say? It's a journey, not a destination. Watch this space.