Due to a somewhat misleading set of schedules half a year ago, I booked a flight for tomorrow morning, even though classes and events were essentially over as of yesterday afternoon. So now I sit in the limbo space between the end of Bread Loaf and the beginning of the next thing. Cons: watching everybody trickle out, one by one, in a dejected array of goodbyes. Pros: a day partly to myself to reminisce and start collecting a few thoughts while my brain is still literally in Alaska, though I imagine it may figuratively travel there from time to time.
It was a long haul, but we pulled it off. Marilee, who played Hamlet, gave me this spectacular action figure. As if he weren't cool enough, he has a Removable Quill Pen and Book. Removable. Quill. Pen. AND BOOK!
I guess his accessories do "bend with the remover to remove." Har.
If this isn't going to make Shakespeare cool for kids, I don't know what will.
My apologies. Part of this entry was written at 6AM while I'm waiting for my flight to Seattle and subsequent connecting flight to Newark. So I'm a little less than lucid.
It poured as we loaded the van. On days I've left other places, I've thought to myself that the rain was the sadness of the place to see a friend depart. Here, it was more of a kiss, a nurturing touch that this place imparts to all the living things that grow here.
(This photo is from the ferry ride to Haines).