Wednesday, November 29, 2006

After I Get Beaten to Death By Homophobes With a Crowbar, Scatter My Ashes on Y Mountain

FoxyJ and I watched Brokeback Mountain tonight and it made me feel, of all things, homesick for Utah. I wish I knew how to quit you, Rocky Mountains.

6 comments:

G'pa Bob said...

Try spending 5 years, 3 months, 11 days, and 21 hours in the mid-west. I could not believe how much I missed the mountains!!!

Anonymous said...

Loyalist said...

Atleast you have mount Ranier. I'm in the friggn desert where there laughable mole hills are called mountains.

btw, Brokeback was film in BC/Alberta Canada where they have gorgeous mountains. oh, how i wish to see them again.

ps. good luck with the rain :-) the gills should start to grow soon.

Anonymous said...

One year away from my Cascades and I'm twitching...ah well, I'll see them soon enough! Figures I miss the record-breaking rain month, though. I am actually disappointed at not having the chance to slog through the Burke muck on my bike. I sort of like the mud-splattered calves look.

Melyngoch said...

Hey, a football game once made me homesick for Utah, which was just wrong, and left me with no choice but to steal the enjoyment of everyone around me.

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mary said...

When I went to BYU as a new convert from the East in the fall of 1966, I couldn't get over the feeling of some unidentified "presence". It felt like someone was watching me, looking over my shoulder, following me. I finally realized it was the mountains.