The cascade of water over the boulders and logs was perfect. In another spot in the same creek, a thick column of water poured into a pool creating a perfect distribution of effervescent bubbles.
I noticed over the winter, the majority of the Mean Trees had blown down. This made me a bit sad because the presence of the Mean Trees gave that location a name. On the other hand, to be left standing, dead, in paradise, unable to partake in life was probably torture for those trees.
The Mean Trees, are a patch of old gnarled trees, probably killed by fire or lightning. Nearly all of them had lightning scars.
I recently upgraded to a smartphone. I had been holding out because I couldn’t justify the need or the expense. When I am working from home, in engineering mode, I’m sitting in front of the computer all day. I’ve got a phone right next to me on the desk. What more do I need?
And when I’m out hiking, the last thing I want is to be connected.
But all of that changed with the travel associated with the pinball and jukebox repair. I need to be able to check e-mail, traffic, add reminders to a to-do list, check appointments, and find myself when I get lost out in the plains of eastern Colorado.