My version

(Congratulate me if I successfully make this post–it’ll be my first foray into the blogosphere….)


On Sunday, 7/29 I drove Dylan to the trailhead he wanted to start out at around 9am. No, you don’t get a link to a map, a gps coordinate, or even specific information about what trailhead it was. It was by a private reservoir, on the East side of the Rocky Mountain National Park, somewhere south of the infamous Camp Dick, and I could find it again if pressed. Is that enough information? He planned to walk 16 miles west, and end up at Monarch Lake to join his group of Backpacker companions. I kissed him goodbye after confirming a date to celebrate our fourth wedding anniversary with a meeting of the hearts and minds in transcendental space and time. Then I drove straight home in the company of selfish twinges of jealousy and flashbacks of the long stretches of loneliness while he was hiking the CDT and I wasn’t on our honeymoon. (Poor me.) Ah well the bird must fly! Happy trails, Baby!