Rest

After four weeks on the road, I was pretty much a wreck. Too much driving, too much drinking, far too little sleep. So Dave drove me up to his newly-purchased mountain retreat, just past the Continental Divide, to resuscitate me. The place brings to mind Hunter S Thompson’s Woody Creek retreat. It has a stream, a small orchard of fruit trees, a well for a private water supply, a splash of forest, and a mountain looming in the distance. With the main house and three small out buildings, it would make for an ideal compound. Revolutions could be started in such a place.

We essentially slept, gorged on vegetables, fruit and healthy foods, and soaked in the nearby Radium Hot Springs. After two days, I am back in fighting form.