The mountains are calling and I must go.
— John Muir (paraphrasing)
Sunday, August 15. My road trip to the East Coast is over, and I’ve returned to the West, to the mountains and red cliffs of Durango.
Cynthia invited me to spend the rest of August in her guest cabin where I’ve spent many happy days over the past three years. I accepted her invitation before she could get all the words out of her mouth.
I couldn’t have landed here at a better time. Sunny days with temps in the low-mid 80s . . . nights in high 50s . . . low humidity (today it is 14%) . . . and just enough breeze to move the air around a bit. I’ve been hearing about the heat wave and storms passing through places I’ve just driven through — Kansas, Oklahoma, Arkansas, Tennessee, North Carolina — and I feel lucky to be here in this beautiful place.
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