Summer Dream 2006

Wyoming, so many miles of open prairie. And the miles rolled by, Cheyene, then Denver. A few showers along the way. The old airplane saying, if you can see through it you can fly/drive through it. Just enough rain to cool a hot biker. Breakfast in tiny Lingel, WY became swapping stories with a new friend Paul from Denmark. He rented a bike in Phoenix for a two week tour of the American West parks, with a detour through Sturgis, his first. It’s a rush trip but he’s having fun. Trading email addresses, we hope to meet again.

And freeways south, the maddening rush of traffic, all in a hurry to go … where? Boulder slides into view and 14th street is as memory served, but it has been only four years since last I came.

And the memories began. Talk and dinner and talk. Let me gather my thoughts.