Tuesday, October 28, 2014

He got the urge for going...

When the meadow grass was turning brown
Summertime was falling down and winter was closing in

Joni Mitchell

Atop 8,144 foot Green Mountain, I could see the inevitable approaching. The summits of Rocky Mountain National Park had the appearance of numerous squashed down vanilla ice cream waffle cones. They were spray painted with White Death (AKA snow) in the parlance of this Blogger. 
I'm no Frozen Chosen Wandering Jew. It's getting too chilly to wear flip flops on my bicycle rides to Happy Hour saloons. It's time to go.
By tomorrow, I'll be saying goodbye to Boulder until the sowing season of 2015. 
The Utah deserts are calling, but I won't wander around them for forty years like Moses and company. 

Isn't retirement great?

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