It’s never dull living here in the foothills of the Rockies. After a lovely dinner with a friend last night, I drove home in the dark with a light rain falling. I drove through the park and came to the last stretch of single lane dirt road before the gate into our neighborhood and the road was blocked by a rock slide. Oops. I backed down, turned around, and left Brad’s rocketship parked at the visitor’s center. I hiked up a trail in the dark to our road and walked home. It’s very dark and quiet at night here. I’m sure I heard several mountain lions and hungry bears coming out of hibernation. At least the rain had stopped, so I could hear better. I did get home safely and uneaten. I called a bunch of neighbors to let them know the road was impassable, and this morning several of them took pickaxes and shovels and cleared the road. Neighborly.
Thoughts In Random Patterns 