2013, September: An Announcement

If you know me at all you should know that I love mountains. And want more than anything to live within sight of them. You should also know that I love my job. I mean, really love my job. I have been at the Smithsonian American Art Museum for over ten years and I've loved almost every minute. I've been fortunate to have enjoyed incredible opportunities and been given the freedom to do some pretty crazy stuff. But the job comes with one big problem - it's not in the mountains.

My first experience of America was living and working in Yellowstone National Park in the summer of 2000. Ever since then I've been trying to find my way back. Well... It's finally happening! Christian has accepted a position with the Forest Service in the Caribou-Targhee National Forest, based in Idaho Falls, which (if you don't know) is right freakin' next to Yellowstone NP and Grand Teton NP. And the forest itself is pretty darn spectacular. He'll be moving out in October and I'll be joining him in the spring.

I am extraordinarily sorry to be leaving my DC friends, my job, and the museum, but I'm unbelievably excited, terrified, amazed, and seriously-jumping-up-and-down-excited to be heading west on such an adventure. Wish us luck!

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