I have been off of active duty status for a month now. I’ve reported to my unit in Utah, and attended my first drill. When I first left DLI I expected to have a massive sense of relief wash over me. It didn’t happen. I waited for weeks, expecting any day to wake up and have the reality that it was finally over hit me. Still nothing…I’ve since discovered that after two years of training, it’s not followed by a wave of instant relaxation, but rather a slow and gradual unwind. At its end, I have nothing to say that would accurately summarize or describe the experience, although the word “hell” springs to mind. I am just happy that it’s finally over.
And since then Justin and I have settled in to our new life in Boise, ID. We love it here. It’s close to his family, and not terribly far from mine. We had the misfortune of spending two of our first three weeks here separated again by our respective military obligations, but that’s behind us now.
Last weekend we took advantage of the time together and drove out to Craters of the Moon National Monument. Here's a few pictures from the event:
|We called this lady the "lunar ranger" because she made some nasty remarks to Justin and I about ruining the landscape by walking on the delicate lava rocks.|
|This is me at the top of that same cone looking out over the area.|
|Unfortunately my camera focused on Justin's hand instead of the rocks he was holding, but I was trying to show how they are sparkly. You can't tell in any of the other pictures but all the ground kind of sparkled in the sun.|
|This is me standing in front of another big lava field in a different part of the park.|
|Sign at the front entrance|