Abstract
I use my August vacation for escape, getting away from the heat of the central plains, traveling to places that let me recharge my head for the upcoming semester, seeking to rediscover the Kevin that works loose during a year of dealing with warped expectations, broken perspectives, close attachments. On these journeys, I've mentally recomposed syllabi while hiking, redesigned the writing center while looking at a glacier, rediscovered a sense of rhythm and flow while cruising the inside passage. For me, August is rollover time, a chance to look back and forward, a chance to cool down (mentally and physically).