The Historian's Annual Report

Although no one suggested we needed one, some years ago I appointed myself historian for the group of sixteen of us who met in Alaska in 2015 and have reunited somewhere in the U.S. ever since. This year, we've returned to Rocky Mountain National Park, the sight of our first reunion in 2016. That year found us based in Grand Lakes, Colorado, on the west end of the park. This year, we're in Estes Park, on the east end. Given the stunning beauty of this National Park, it hardly matters.

Over nine years as "Rogue Scholars", a few group traditions have been initiated, each one enriching our time together. Throughout the week, we all contribute to a gratitude jar by writing on post-its some things we are grateful for. These can be things about each other, about the group itself, about our current location, etc. Then, on our last night, we take turns reading aloud all the post-its. The tradition reminds each of us how fortunate we are to have found each other and to have built these lasting friendships.

We also have a book discussion on one evening of our time together. For the past three years we've linked the book to our location to help deepen our appreciation for the area we're visiting. This year's book - The Meadow - is James Galvin's moving memoir/prose poem about the changing face of Western America. I've been elevated by every book discussion this group has had and expect nothing less tomorrow night.   

Playing music has been another evolving tradition helping to fortify our bond. I was able to bring my guitar along for reunion #2 in the Adirondacks, #5 in Acadia National Park, and #7 - last year - in West Virginia. Our group includes a husband and wife who also are musicians - violin and piano respectively - and this year the wife brought along her harp. I look forward to hearing her play over the coming days and also to hear the impromptu a cappella duets she frequently sings with another Rogue Scholar companion. The blend of those two women's voices has enchanted all of us many times. What a blast.