After a splendid weekend at Chris' family's cabin on Ohio Creek near Gunnison with Scharmin and Chris, Sonya, Stefan and Claudia (German friends of Chris'), Dave (Rick's brother whom I hadn't seen in ages), and Judy (Sally's sister). The aspen leaves were in full regalia on Saturday. The air was moist, sharply brilliant, some clouds. Sunday, Judy and I sit for hours and talk, while the others go on a long hike. The sun is strong for my Scandinavia-adjusted skin. I am astounded that how, after knowing Chris for 20 years, that I have never been to this fantastic cabin ever before. Not that he's been hiding it from me in particular, it is a family treasure, but that in all our camping road trips around the state we never happened to be in the area. Saturday was consumed by a drive and a hike through the aspens followed by margaritas on the front lawn followed by dinner, followed by a long evening that plunged into an early morning of star-gazing, stories, and which ended with the incoherent lines:

the world stands asunder, separate from itself, leaving all else as a glittering wake of Lights...

Late evening, I try to clean up some of this site. Brad arrived earlier this evening, Linda picked him up at the bus stop from the airport. We go out to a local Mexican restaurant which is totally empty. The John Wayne picture over the bar next to that Mexican singer. Can't remember his name. I have Chili Rellenos which aren't near as good as the ones I had in Worchester, Massachusetts 18 months previous when staying at College of the Holy Cross as a visiting artist.