The weather has remained a bit dim for the last couple days. Yesterday was our day off and I didn't really want to do anything.
That didn't fully work out. I had a couple small errands to run and then I had to help Trina in the garden. We planted a whole row of beets, which took about 2 minutes. Then we went off to hang out by the Colorado River by a little reservoir where the dogs hunted and we sat reading for a bit, then tromped through the dry sticks along the river.
Not so bad, I guess. But we're spoiled enough by our generally sunny weather that we did miss the bright and beautiful light that we like to like.
Today it looked like it was just about to rain. All day long. Deep clouds seemed to be scattering rain downward toward us. The cliffy edges of the valley would disappear into thick, wet-looking air. Near white-outs obscured the highest mesa. The wind picked up all blustery and intense in the afternoon and it was just about to rain. Nearly going to rain. Here comes the rain! Except that it never did rain. And it was actually kind of warm despite the wind.
So we went riding. The trails closest to town where we went are horribly sloppy and and very inappropriate to ride when they are wet. The wind chased the dogs and us up and down the ridges and canyons and along the trails. There was some urgency to our riding, since we had to finish before it rained. And it was about to rain. Nearly going to rain. Then finally, when we were almost done with our loop, here came the rain.
Except that it never really did rain. And it was kind of warm despite the wind. And it was great to be out there, even on the most urgent and grey of evenings. Riding past clusters of phlowering phlox. Past towering rocks. Riding and smiling. With the dogs running amok and having a great time. On one of our favorite trails that's filled with rough, chunky flow.
Speeding down the trail in a rush of grey.
--Greg
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