Operation lift operator

Tis been sooooo long since I last blogged I venture to say this is in vain, however, for the wanderers I give you this. I'm in Colorado. The 3 day jog on wheels got me here swaddled in good jazz and delicate recurring thoughts. It was a perfect time to think and calculate my life, the upcoming mysteries and potential growing points. I realize that my time spent in the mountains thus far like when I lived in Kentucky and Utah, has proved to be my most solitary moments of life. Not sedentary, but solitary. I find these groping opportunities as time to delve into the innerworkings of my mind and rediscover who I am. I think that should occur every couple years to reevaluate where I'm headed, what I want, why I act the way I do, and decide if I truly am becoming who I want to be, who I think I am now. And of course I had constant entertainment as I drove alone the 30 some odd hours as I fiddled with a walkie-talkie and Amber in the Jeep 40ft away.

In any case, so good so far. The mountain air knocks me out at 9:45 every night. I guess it's good preparation for my lift opts job where by 6:45 am I'll have had to indulge in coffee, have found a shuttle to the top of the mountain, somehow get to my station before hypothermia sets in, and turn on my mind. I'm going to be the all-prepared operator...To help save small orphans, widows and discombobulated adults as they fumble through their naivete of riding the lift, just as I once did. It's my mission.

And as for you, my eastern folk, it is your duty to me to maintain a schedule of east coast life stories, talking of sweet tea and brambleberries.