Mountain Monastaries and Prismacolored Monks
We all walked with our heads bowed in silence. Not because we wanted to buy because we had to. For minutes. For hours. For minutes thy lasted for hours. Silence only interrupted to change the prayer cadence walking order. This was not to pay our respects to the mountain gods, although maybe we should have brought our 8 sided dice and sacrificial beef jerky to do just that. This was not intended but physically required. Our heads were not heavy in thought but overweight with concern. When you turned on the mute button you would have observed something just as peaceful and serene as a group of sycopated prismacolored monks walking through a snow covered mountain monastary.
(You could just say there was lots of snow and a big blizzard.)
Wow! It seems that Colorful Colorado has failed to be colorful this Fall. So cold up in those higher mountains! I bet it makes Steamboat feel like it was the beach! I’m glad to see all that you have been experiencing for the past month since you started your trek through CO. What a journey! You guys are amazing….and almost finished!! Be looking for some yummy treats in NM!
~Peace and Love~
Kassi
Or, better said, you guys are putting the “color” in colorful Colorado!
lovely, adam.
truly lovely!