Summer Most Heat Moon
Another bookshelf packed up and about a third of another. Kate called with more news from Colorado, visits to Golden and Idaho Springs, another realtor whom she liked even more than the last one. Tomorrow she plans a trip between Boulder and Golden on the advice of Ann Beck, today’s realtor.
Mary and I tried to eat at that Gasthof in Northeast, but it was closed for some reason. The parking at the Red Stag was impossible. So we ended up at the Aster in St. Anthony Main. After the meal, we walked out to St. Anthony Falls and watched the power of the Upper Mississippi express itself in churning foam and water spilling, fast and powerful.
Kepler has begun to settle in, not even barking at Mary. It seems Ruth and Jon’s visit made him aware that we get visitors and that he doesn’t need to announce each one. He spent time downstairs with me today, helping me pack. Tonight he’ll sleep on the bed with me since Kate’s not in her place.
These nocturnes will, I imagine, have a different flavor with mountains around and, possibly, a night sky clear of light pollution. May it be so.
