“We are perishing for lack of wonder, not for lack of wonders.” ~ G. K. Chesterton
“Humor can get in under the door while seriousness is still fumbling at the handle.” ~ G. K. Chesterton
“Often the hands will solve a mystery that the intellect has struggled with in vain.” ~ Carl Jung
Coyotes, all in the distance. A few skunk chirps nearby. Yet the dark night, early dawn is peaceful, unless you are a rabbit, in which case you’d better watch your hide. Coyotes may play around, but it is part of their hunting method. These lithe prairie wolves are stunningly, breathlessly beautiful to behold. I’ve seen one dance, up close. I’ve raced with one, the speedometer of my car topping out at 30 mph, the animal made a break for it and passed in front of the car, then off into the waist-deep sage forest. We locked eyes for a few seconds before he left me in the dust. Big wow there. I was mesmerized, and I now know that it was his intention that made it so. I mean, why would he do such a thing? Automobiles are dangerous. There is a metaphor in their somewhere. Anyway, moving forward. I’m short of time this morning, but it will be worth it. I’m riding with a friend up to Larkspur, Colorado to attend their Summer Renaissance Faire. It’s a four hour drive. Just the drive through La Veta pass, on highway 160 between Fort Garland and Walsenberg, makes the trip worthwhile; 9300 feet and scenery that takes your breath away. I’ve been to that faire before. It was a blast. Best be hitting the shower now. It’s going to be a long and lovely day.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.