Spring Bee Hiving Moon
Fog over the Platte, now being disbursed by a rising yellow star, one invisible all day yesterday as we drove in the gray and drear. Breakfast here overlooking the sloping front lawn, watching the birds come and go. Mahoney is not very lively on an April midweek, which is just fine as far we’re concerned. That meant we ate breakfast in an empty dining room, a big one, reminiscent of our first breakfast at the Station Hotel in Inverness 24 years ago. Their tables were set up in an old ballroom and we were the only diners. I had blood pudding that morning.
It’s good to be traveling with Kate. We travel well together.
Today on to Denver. On my first trip out to Denver, over 10 years ago, I took Jon to his new home on High Street near Cheesman Park. He had just obtained a position teaching art in the Aurora School District, in fact in the very school where he still teaches today. On that trip I realized the Rocky Mountains were the boundary to my homeland, for me the Midwest ends at the Front Range. The Upper Midwest ends somewhere in or at the Iowa border, but Colorado feels like it fits in with it, Colorado, Minnesota, Wisconsin, Michigan.
Well, the bus is leaving. See you in Denver.
