Before I contracted Lyme disease along the Middle Fork of the Flathead River in northwest Montana, I had everything I wanted. I had pretty much reached all of the major goals I had set for myself and then some.

Thesis field work, 2003.
Not only had I gotten into (and completed) graduate school, but I had done so under the former Chief of my agency, and a conservation, wildlife, and wildland fire hero. I had landed the perfect job, which was created for me, in my first choice location. In fact, it was a combination of the districts that together made up my top choice location in the nation.
I decided to carry this over from my corresponding Facebook page (Invisibly Lyme Montana) as perhaps the beginning of a (gratitude)habit, or just a piece of my story to share.
I posted this last Sunday. Monday I had a rough day—a bit of Continue Reading »