To all Rocky Mountain Folk traumatized by my rumored alien abduction:
Sorry to worry you. Mack had it right: some of us go to great lengths to get away from the phone and computer.
Actually, this one was for necessity, not enjoyment: I had to leave early monday morning on a compulsory multi-day back packing trip. Sarah had some research to do for her grant project on alpine ecosystems. Neither she nor I wanted her to go alone, what with all the rock climbers, school teachers, and other shady characters lurking in the wilderness these days. Thus, I had to go along, even though I really wanted to just stay home, catch up on my sleep (!!), and digest a magnificent weekend. I just got home a couple minutes ago, and I am BEAT!!!
It was a fairly uneventful trip except for a nearly violent encounter with a very large, very displeased sheep dog (of all things), a most violent thunderstorm, and the forced realization that, with all my recent foot trouble, I’m not quite as invincible on the trail as I used to be.
I shall soon share my take on the past weekend’s great festivities. Before that, though, some well-deserved and desperately needed sleep.
Thanks for your concern–I love you guys!**
Tom
**In a strictly platonic sense.
