The highway closure continues, and now that I am back in Colorado I'm experiencing it first-hand. I have to get permission to leave my home, and 48 hours' notice is required to do it. The people who grant the permission interrogate us as if we are trying to engage in a criminal act by going to the grocery store.
The tee shirts and stickers I designed are here, and I will be spending the next few months getting to where fellow inmates are available to buy them. Any profits will help fund a potluck for the canyon residents to be held this September, the fifth anniversary of the big flood that got us where we are today.
This project is the only thing cheering me up right now.