when you are in leadville, also, you are reminded of the work of responsibility to self and to community and the elusive balance required to hold the two together. to let the barking dog next door wail at the sirens and the moon but somehow find the voice to help larry get on with the removing the 1966 impala from his front yard without so irritatinng him that he off and shoots you after five too many at the Manhattan. even the agnostic cannot fail to find god in the clouds up at columbine at 12,600, when your lungs scream, and the descent to twin lakes begs your attention. there’s a reason aspen and telluride are boring.
Originally posted on August 21, 2007
