Thursday, April 3, 2014

On in to the Beauty of a snowy Mountain

That little sweet driver man got us there.  We clapped as we entered the blue striped  buss-port.  Luckily one of  the passengers knew where the grey Hound Station was because our driver's phone had died and no one on the buss that had a working cell phone wanted to let him borrow it for the GPS.  Times are tricky and dreams run high on the Grey hound. Folks tell tales on opening bars in New York City and paying crazy amounts in rent and gentrification.  The poor, we know the plot of the cities and the plans of constant growth that do not include us.

Most folks do not volunteer the  information of why they are travelling and other obviously embellish the truth to fit their American Dream.  Some are travelling salesmen while quickly transitioning to manual laborers to different audience.  Heading to San Fransisco from no where that can be mentioned and claiming to have been part of every community that we travel through. Sounds so lovely to me to be part of any community that I let the lie linger in the air as I focus further into my book.

I made my first coffee at the Grey Hound Station in Denver.  I mostly wanted to sleep last night and now I want to soak it all in the beautiful peeks and valley of the Rocky Mountains.  I honestly can not imagine a more lovely experience that what I am currently enduring.  Wispy little trees littering the mountain side.  In side of a fresh new buss with a plug for all the technology and I think people can not be so loud faced with the infinite beauty of mountains.  Knowing that we are all part of it and feeling the weight of the great puffy clouds above the mountain peaks how can you be in hurry when we are lucky enough to view this vision.

Pulling into Vail, CO with smell of break dust..and the site of mountain cottages. This view validates the TV watchers idea of Colorado.  Thin people going up and down ski lifts and thrusting themselves of lofty mountain tops.  This place must be constant vacation.  How can one be lucky enough to have this be their stop of of the Grey Hound.  What a culture shock.

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