Riverside, Wyoming.
Summer of 2019, I found myself on the road, departing from Colorado and heading to Riverside, Wyoming.
Change- this trip came at a time when things were becoming to shatter and expand all
at once- Breakthrough, Resets, Disruption of what no longer could be. I’m not saying this out of resentment, sadness or nostalgia but simply recalling the memory of what was and what I’ve realized in hindsight.
We got there from Boulder- we stayed in a small apartment on Sunshine Canyon Road. This name still makes me smile- it did fit my persona.
We drove through the lands of Colorado, crossing borders into Wyoming- sceneries from out the window were slowly changing. It was more land, flatter and snow was holding on in some parts of the road.
We parked the car on the side of this “cross road” to contemplate the stillness and the sense of freedom opening before us.
I’ll always remember that feeling of being fully present in that moment -in-between the concrete road and the piled-up snow surrounded by wilderness.
I felt free. But I’ve always felt free. Nature only accentuated that feeling.
That was probably the difference between Kevin and I, I could be free wherever I was- in the middle of a hustling and bustling city or by a lake in the middle of the woods.
I knew freedom was not a place but a feeling you keep alive by being in motion.
Kevin loved the wilderness, the mountains and the trees- the city was never meant for the boy- it turned him away from his nature.
He was still figuring himself out in the best way he could- through reading, working out, taking trips in nature and spending time with his family in Upstate New York.
I started seeing the shift when we started going more frequently to REI, a camping and outdoors store. Every weekend, somehow we would stumble upon the three-floor Lower East side Store. Ironically enough, this store happens to be in one of the busiest areas of the city and yet, he would find solace on those weekly trips.
Timing is everything. Sometimes I think if we hadn’t met, he would have likely left to his place long ago.
Our trips to the wild west were only opening the door to more separation between us- we were growing together but apart. As bittersweet as it was at the time, we kept it flowing because we weren’t ready to leap into this “free-flying” phase.
There was always a lot of laughter, joy, kindness and respect- but sometimes loves means letting go and supporting each other going into different directions.
Wyoming was what prompt me to write about this memory and these times.
After that short stop, we jumped back into the car and played country songs, the one that comes to mind is always “Jolene”. The road was unfolding wider and a few hills made their appearance from time to time.
I remember those electric poles on a portion of our drive there, they looked like a long series of giant crosses- leading our way into Riverside, a small town of 40 souls in rural Wyoming.
The further we drove the more I felt separating myself from all the times that collided at once- past was behind, present was transitioning, and future was the end of it. Our crossroad was soon coming to an end.
There are memories that crystallize and embody a moment of transition and change- like symbols and signals for what is to come or why it became.
Standing at a crossroad isn’t comfortable but it teaches you to see your own way.
And perhaps, as I like to tell myself, the price of admission for a meaningful life is having the courage and leap of faith to lean into discomfort.
-by A.C, November 2021, Train notes from DC to NY. Edited in March 2022.
“See all them blue lights, they ain’t your friendsThey’re bound to get you, but in the endI’ll show you all the tricky curves and what you need to swerve around
But you don’t take nothin’ without gettin’ bruised
See, there’s always somethin’ that you’re bound to loseAnd it’s usually goneBefore you know (…)”
We’ve had our fun- Tyler Childers