All good things must come to an end, at least that's what they say. And so must my time here in Elfin Cove. Although the season isn't over yet, due to circumstances beyond my control (a death of a loved one), I'm leaving the cove early.
With a mixed bag of emotions, I gaze out the gigantic picture window, and sigh. Yesterday, with clear blue skies and a magnificent view of the mountains, I watched a baby eagle circle several times above the choppy inlet, swoop down for the kill, and flip a fish out of the water. A near catch so the young, tenatious eagle remained hungry. Reluctantly, I put away my binoculars and returned my attention to the prime rib roasting in the oven.
Just prior to the eagle feeding frenzy, I watched several humpback whales rolling through the cove, blowing a fine mist at reliable intervals. A regular occurrence.
With whales, sea lions, eagles, otters, hummingbirds and more, mother nature and her abundant wildlife have been my main source of entertainment for the past few months. Now I face the dreaded and inevitable 're-entry' process. And as many of you have heard me say before...."Re-Entry is a Bitch"!
Imagine, if you will, what it must be like to beam-up from a peaceful, spectacularly beautiful, remote location only to land in the midst of a bustling, noisy city, where traffic comes at you from all directions. Call it instant shock therapy. I haven't driven a car in months, been in a traffic jam, or purchased gas. TV has been non-existent, no radio, no smart phone, no texting. I've spent no money on food or entertainment, saving a boatload of cash. So whenever I move from one extreme to the next, and depending on the length of time gone, re-entry can take days or even weeks, to stabilize.
Thinking back, I remember what it was like returning from six months in the African bush. I beamed-up from Mfuwe to Las Vegas...talk about an intense re-entry process. It was frightening to drive my car down the road as even the slightest movement startled me, and instilled knee-jerk responses. I had no problem dealing with slithering snakes and stalking lions, but the traffic in Vegas freaked me out. It took a long while to acclimate, but acclimate I did, and no doubt, will do so again.
The length of the re-entry stabilization is in direct correlation to the length of time spent in a remote local, and is also related to just how remote that location is. For instance, when I was working at the Covered Wagon Ranch, just outside of Big Sky, Montana, I could get in my car any time I wanted, go to Bozeman, or hike Yellowstone. In other words, although we were in a remote location, it was not an isolating situation, therefore, re-entry was not too severe.
However, when living at a safari camp in Zambia or a remote fishing village in Alaska, remote means isolation, and the re-entry process can be intense. Fortunately for me, this isn't my first re-entry nor my last, so I'm mentally prepared, and excited to be going home.
The road before me is long and winding, with many more places to visit, and people to see, before settling back home in Seattle. Sadly, this will be my last blog entry for a while, as there is no need to write about living a bored, non-eventful life in Seattle.
But before I close, I want to proudly announce I was the winner of Elfin Cove's first ever Fourth of July Chili Cook-Off! I won the grand prize, which included a gold, chef statuette and $50. My winning chili was a version of Chicken Chili Verde. A succulent, slow-cooked mixture of roasted tomatillos, melt-in-your-mouth chicken thigh meat and poblano peppers. My mom had to ship the peppers up from Seattle since those varieties were not available in this area. The chili took all day to cook and my effort was appropriately rewarded. The chili contest was a fund raiser, voted on by everyone (not just a panel of judges). The competition was fierce, but I managed to beat out a moose chili, a chocolate chipotle chili and a prime rib chili, just to name a few. Mine was the only green chili, and the only one without beans, obviously, the best one there. And let me tell you....it was damn good eating!
I also entered some halibut chili, which was an experimental lark, and although received some compliments, was not anything to get excited about.
In conclusion, to all of you who have taken the time to read my postings...thank you!
I'm on the road, once again. And remember this..."The definition of an adventure is getting from point A to point B, without a map"
Until next time,
Bon Voyage and Bon Appetit!