Memorial Day at the Celestial Spirits Ranch
It began when I reached the Wilkerson Pass and the snow-capped Front Range came into view. Behind me in this selfie:
The cabin is windblown but still in place. And it has not been visited by pack rats over the winter. Wally was excited to run and sniff, then run and sniff some more. We had passed antelope and buffalo on the way to the ranch but our land was free of roving herds.
It was a beautiful morning to reflect on the special meaning of this holiday, on the vastness of nature and the healing that comes with the passage of time. I was keenly aware that Jacqueline is in Asia to launch a book of letters written during the Vietnam War, half from her father to her mother and her and half from a North Vietnamese soldier to his wife and daughter--the two daughters now bound together by bonds of friendship and the shared authorship of a book.
Oh yes, I traveled to Fairplay on the way home to get Dorothy's tamales for Sam.