"NOTHIN' LASTS FOREVER BUT THE EARTH AND SKY"

Although Breckenridge to Denver is a short drive it seemed to take us all day. We needed to leave before 11 as our friend Mary needed to go to the airport and we couldn't arrive to Sue and Kim's until 5:30 because Sue works. That meant meandering on and off the highway and running errands on the outskirts of Denver. And getting lost with an incorrect GPS address. Sue and Kim don't live in "Denver". They live in Arvada outside of Denver so once that was cleared up the GPS got us there like a charm.

meandering I 70 - GEORGETOWN, CO - (argentine = silver)

We had a lovely time chatting around the kitchen table, eating veggie chile and then we hit the hay early. The next day the weather was not on our side. We have had such incredible weather so far so I am not going to complain - much. One rainy spitty day is allowed. Unfortunately it was not to be a day of driving. It was my Boulder Day. I had been looking forward to playing and hiking about the Flatirons and catching the "vibe" of the area. Boulder to me is where the youngins of my tribe reside, the stone stackers and rock balancers, the poi spinners and flow wanders, and cyclists. At least in my mind. I had never been there before.

The flatirons were barely visible in the mist. Sigh. Which meant we ended up on the pedestrian shopping street area called the Pearl Street Mall. Shopping is not my cup of tea. I really do not like poking around inside shops but luckily in one kite store I asked for a set of poi. The sales person not only knew what they are he also knew the Boulder area very well. He gave us a walking map and directed us to Central Park to get some green under my feet and also to one of the places I really did want to see in Boulder, the public library. Magnificent. It made my damp, wet day.

BOULDER PUBLIC LIBRARY

We spent that night back in Denver and I ended up demonstrating muscle testing and applied kinesiology in the kitchen which lead to me getting my rollout and magnetic/shiatsu pad out of the car. Our hosts both got mini treatments as kind thank you gifts for letting us stay with them. The next morning Sue's back was pain free. Yes, I teach to associations and organizations, hospitals, schools, private groups and have done so since 1996, even on the road. In fact it is my job. I have 500 business cards with me on me this trip. I am happy to book workshops along the way or make contacts for my way through in the spring.

This is what I do. I teach internationally plus I still take private client cases. So if you have painful friends along my path and are reading this blog please get us connected. Soon I am dropping Ines in Vegas and unless another rider presents him or herself I won't be splitting gas or motel charges. Campsite fees will double for me as I do not have a senior pass and sometimes it rains. Also I truly love helping people feel better. My treatments work and they work well. So hook me up. (insert smiley face) Everyone wins. And I just might find that little town that is beckoning me to stop and lay some new roots.

I 70 Denver to Grand Junction

We left Denver and got back on I 70 toward Grand Junction. I couldn't wait to get here. When we stopped in Vail for a bathroom break I simply refused to spend any time taking free buses into the town to look at more trinket shops. I needed nature. I NEED NATURE. The monuments were calling me, the outdoors, the grand spaces. It was if a huge magnet was pointed at my soul pulling me west. By the time we got to the tourist information office in Grand Junction it was 2:30 (insert sad face). I knew that was not going to be enough time to venture into the Colorado National Monument and then just take off down the road the next day.

MUCH HAPPIER OUT OF THE CITY!

Ines and I discussed it and we decided to stay two nights at a motel. One night to look at the street art on Main Street and get a good nigh's sleep so that we could spend the entire day at the national park and the second night to rest up from the trail walking and sun. And it was sunny. We were blessed with fantastic weather. We had sunshine and then a bit of haze. It was tank top weather and yes, I did wear my sunscreen.

I drove my car around the winding curves and hills. In a way it was cosmic payback for when my friend Alejandro and I took that 5000 km motorcycle trip through Cordoba, Tucuman, Salta and Jujuy, Argentina. I got to see everything from the back of the moto while he had to be fully attentive on the road in front and the cliff edges to the sides. So much of this landscape reminds me of the western Argentine provinces. My photos do not do it justice. You simply have to come visit this glorious space. There are plenty of trails to walk and some are quite short if you have limited time.

Of course I had to stop to make a bit of art along the way. This is Otto's Trail. The end of the trail looks over monuments that remind me of massive liquid clay drips. If you have ever played around on a potter's wheel you know what I mean. As of yesterday a momentary mandala of pinyon pine cones, juniper berries and twigs joined the scene. I am sure the  mandala has blown off the cliff over night. "Nothin' lasts forever but the earth and sky. It slips away. And all your money not another minute buy. Dust in the wind."  The energy is abundant, both big and small. The sage brush was intensely fragrant. BREATHE - DEEP - BREATHE. AGAIN.

And then it was done. We thought to stay another night camping but it is a long weekend and the Thunderbirds Air Show is in town tomorrow so sites are all booked up thus >>>>

Now where to >>>> Utah and The Arches. We called and have found a campground in Thompson Springs. The internet site notes to bring groceries as it is 30 miles to the nearest store. I doubt wifi is included. So - I am signing off until the next transmission.

Wishing you the peacefulness of space - inside and out.


Dust in the Wind - all we are are dust in the wind...Kansas 1977...