My first thought upon crawling out of my tent this morning was, "Who's smoking a cigar?" In the city, it could be any one of the neighbors, but out here, it would have had to have drifted quite a long way. Then I stood up and, as I will no longer be able to do, looked across to Mesa Verde. It was bisected horizontally by a brown cloud which stretched across the Mancos Valley. Smog. The way you see it in anti-pollution commercials. I've seen it hang over Boulder countless times; smelled it and felt it burning my throat in downtown Denver; but having it out here is a new one. The cigar smell pervades Deer Hill today. I guess I'd better get used to it.
Today, I am preparing for Seoul in more concrete ways as well. I have the day off to pack. I was debating whether I was going to bother taking a day off; now I'm wondering how I'm going to get it all done in just one day. I should have thought earlier of my horrible last day in Rochester, and how I don't have Mark here to keep me going this time. At least everything that needs to be packed is condensed into one small space, simplifying things. So am: pack for the road trip like that's all I'm doing, then go into Mancos and finally visit the bakery and take pictures around town. Pm: laundry, pack everything else, and innumerable little tasks. Tomorrow: bring down the tent and everything in it. The next 2 days are going to be nuts! And it won't stop there!
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At least you don't have to dry your tent!
ReplyDeleteIt just started raining like a mofo here.
That's exactly what I'm afraid of! Today was extraordinarily clear; I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
ReplyDeleteOh, and your "soul" is just fine, IMHO.
ReplyDelete:-)