The trip to Aspen was north over Wolf Creek Pass with a stop at Valley View Hot Springs. Yes, I know. I'd just visited. But the Brazilian free-tail bats weren't back yet and my friend had never been there. We landed, unpacked and walked from hot pool to pool. At sundown we made the hike up the mountain to a major glory hole from mining days in the Sangre de Cristos. We stood on the edge of the gargantuan, dark opening as the 250,000 bats began to fly up, out and over us, into the valley sky. Years ago I'd sat on my land at Dancing Raven a few miles south, drummed as the sun went down and watched these bats on their migration south. What a reunion this was. They began their journey at nightfall and continued into the night. We hiked down the mountain in the waxing moonlight and walked to the hot springs stream to watch the lightening bugs. The only place in Colorado where the blinking bugs are found.
|Greg on Independence Pass|
|Before the Awards|
|Carol and Teak after Ophir Pass|
I could not have imagined a more outlandish, heartfelt trip. The generosity and fun of friends was a life-swelling. And yet, I know the magic is not over. What were those eagles about? The bats? The fireflies? What was the special light that emanated from the Maroon Bells and into my soul?
|Carol and I - Our Sedona Moment|
Writing is nothing less
than the declaration of spirit;
the scratchy act of ink to paper
in tune with the cadence of the soul.
Cowgirl up, Muse. I'll be back, Aspen. With Hobo.
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