if i could, i would make you a raging river with angry rapids supplied with rain, so you could always meander and forever be able to run away

The rain keeps coming in spite of hope in everyone's eyes that we have reached the end of it. Everyone says this isn't what Vermont is like, but there is a lot of, "I expletive hate this place" going on in the yurt.

The other day we went for humid, buggy mountain bike ride and then stopped at a secret swimming hole we discovered. Yesterday when we went by it was no longer a swimming hole, looking like this instead:

So it goes. 

Bill McKibbens, environmental activist and creator of 350.org, came to speak last night and talked about the impacts of global warming on Ripton with flooding, rainfall, etc. and I could see that this really isn't Vermont's normal. 

Also last night was a reception for those of us who received scholarships for this summer and I found out mine was given in the name of a person who was killed in the Challenger explosion. I didn't catch the name, but I will try to find out! 

Good news around the bend: I present on my Amazon research today and I will be glad to have that out of the way. I turned in my paper for Finance class this morning and although I have even bigger work ahead, I feel like I can take the weekend off (mostly). Also, next week Mom and John hit Vermont and are staying at Branbury. I'm thrilled and Klue really wants to see her boyfriend Maximus Adolphi. Also, we're hitting the town with the newlywed Dunnebiers, previously known as Josh and Katie. Another plus: I am hitting up the chiropractor next week in the hopes of ridding myself of these pesky migraines. The sun will come out tomorrow. Maybe.