I spent last week in Colorado paying my friend
Curtis to stab me thousands of times with tiny needles. Apparently this is called "getting tattooed" and is somehow both legal and expensive. We've been friends a long time, but now he really gets under my skin... (get it?). Sorry. Had to.
Midweek I stole a day from the hustle police and drove up into the mountains of Colorado and Wyoming. Put the windows down, blasted 90s grunge and indy like Blind Melon's "Change". I belted it the way only a white boy alone in the mountains can: with confidence nobody asked for.
In the afternoon I pulled off the road and traipsed into Medicine Bow National Forest. No cell service. No schedule. Nobody needing a single thing from me. Just walking, breathing, and poking around dirt that makes my problems seem humorous. Ten out of ten, would breathe again.
Almost back at the car I met a HUGE brown lady — literally a moose, and then her cute little rascal calf. I stood very still, partly out of respect and partly out of self preservation. Moose are like grumpy mega-horses. What a treat. But you know what? We don't need Wyoming. Every backyard is full of birds, plants, and weird little insects doing weird little buggy things. Just gotta slow ya'self down enough to notice. It helps if you tell your phone to piss off.
It's no Moose calf, but we got some links to delight ya this week!
