I signed the final papers on the Montana property, yesterday. It is officially "NOT MINE" anymore. I have lost the long battle, and I am worn out.
Besides being the last vestige of my life long battle against the stupidity and greed of American culture, it represented my retirement, which is likely going to be Social Security, if it still exists by then. I'm not sure why I didn't foresee this possibility.
It represented much more to me; freedom, respect for the planet, my Heather and so much more. It is more heart-breaking than I could explain. It was 126 acres of old-growth forest, many of the trees were there before the Native American tribes. The land was alive with wild horses, wolves, bears and an awesome array of plants and animals.
I protected it as well as I could, for as long as I was able. At least it is going to the Sierra Club, they may be able to keep it protected. If the world does go to hell in a hand basket, I would have liked to have been there. Ah well.
Still I am the eternal optimist, I have started over before (of course I was much younger then), and I am willing to do it again.
Last night I deleted the 2 albums of Montana pics, I didn't know I was going to write this. I uploaded the ones I could locate easily, but I can't remember all the captions. So if anyone is actually interested they are back up. (does anyone actually read this?)
here's a link to the Montana Album on My Space
Oh yeah, Goodbye Montana.