My last morning spent gazing at The Rockies. A half dozen hot-air balloons drift in the distance, their coloured hues hidden in the dawn haze. Tipped with snow, even the Rocky Mountains seem to float above the horizon, a smear of blue, grey, and white fronted by black ridges blurred by morning mists and polluted air. There are daily air pollution warnings in Denver.
The same rusty colored Robins peck at the same blades of grass. The same teensy hummingbird perches on the same branch. The same irritating yap dog begins its morning clamour at 6:30 a.m. The same little black and white skunk-marked terrier sits next to me as I tap-tap-tap the keyboard.
Later this morning, I will drive south through the treacherous curves of the San Juan Mountains, heading toward a tiny town not far from the New Mexico border and Ute Tribal lands, overlooking Summit Lake Reservoir.
I'll spend two weeks in a log-cabin style mountain home, caring for a pair of donkeys, a collection of old goats, some geese, and a barn cat. I am happy to be out of the city and back in the mountains, hoping t spend some quiet time studying my Master's courses, and getting consistency back in my schedule of Shaolin Kungfu/Taiji/Qigong, fasting, meditating, and hiking.
After the two weeks near Durango, CO, I'll continue south to a friends house in the Jemez Mountains, back up to 8500 ft, and hopefully, much cooler in temperatures. I'll be there a week or two then head to Austin for a week, then back to my Roadish Tripping: to Buffalo and the Whee town in North Carolina where I lived for a stint in 2013, prior to moving to Korea. By then, I hope I am scrambling around, shopping, and running last minute errands for the move back to China! With a reliable visa agent in place, I might be able to depart in August, skating into the classroom just in time for the start of the school year: September 1.