They managed to finally pry me off the ridge. I’m back after spending some time in Colorado. A good time, but I sure missed the woods.

That’s shot at Mud Lake outside of Boulder.
When I flew in to Denver the plane banked and looking across the aisle out the window I realized, those aren’t clouds, those are mountains.
The realization can be pleasant. Just mountains in the distance.
We have a friend we have known since she was a child. Her grandfather used to bring her out to our place so she could see the tadpoles in spring. She had already crashed, metaphorically, into one mountain when she was a teenager and then another fell out of the sky and hit her. She found she has a medical condition where tumors grow in the fluid surrounding her brain and spinal cord. She had two successful surgeries, the first at 15 and the next about 5 years later. Because of Obamacare she could be carried on her mother’s insurance and wouldn’t be penalized because of her prior condition.
But she has reasons to worry. She lives in Seattle and it’s tough going it alone. Living almost from one MRI to the next. Trying to save enough to finish college. Not sure at what point in her life she won’t be able to walk or worse. Worried about medical expenses. And how to deal with this.
The most recent surgery this year was not successful. So she’s going again under the knife next week not knowing what will happen.
If we lived in a country that was civilized, had universal health care, the mountain would still be there, but maybe not quite so large.