I have a massive backload of stories to tell. Sometimes the storytelling part of my brain goes into hibernation, and I have to just wait it out. I haven’t worked on my book for months, although lately I can feel it stirring under a deep pile of autumn leaves and everyday distractions.
Meanwhile, here’s a story in pictures. Last August Luke and Elizabeth and I hiked a loop trail at Roxborough State park, at the height of its summer splendor.
Fairytale beauty. Striking red rock formations jutting up from rolling green hills, like a scene from Middle Earth.
If I’d written this post in August, I could have included details like what we talked about and what sort of philosophical reflections the landscape inspired. Alas, it’s been so long I don’t remember.
But it’s an enchanting place, and I’ll probably revisit it at some point.
On the way home we stopped to see the South Platte River, near Platte Canyon Reservoir where the High Line Canal Trail begins.
I want to ride my bike along the entire 71 miles of the High Line Canal Trail…but that’s a story for another time.
An Invincible Summer 