Winter First Moon of the New Year
Gabe, Jen, Kate and I settled into the Nissan rental for our trip to the zoo. We headed down the boulevarded Martin Luther King to Colorado, took a left, south, and followed the signs to the zoo, not far away, especially not far away compared to the zoo…
This entry was cut short by the call from Jen to go pick up Jon. The zoo faded into the afternoon as Jen and I drove out Hwy 70 into the Rocky Mountains, crossed Loveland Pass and dropped down its far side to the Arapahoe Ski Area or A-Basin as skiers here call it.
The clouds had an unreal rose and gold tint and the mountains in front of them looked like a movie set. We drove up Loveland Pass behind a gasoline tanker truck and descended in 2nd gear.
Denver traffic coming and going from the mountains during the snow months, especially on weekends, can resemble a good-old fashioned Chicago rush hour, but this particular evening the road had plenty of space. Ruthie and I scooted home ahead of Jon and Jen.
On the way out I noticed several vehicles with Co-exist bumper stickers, a sure sign of paganism. Made me feel good.
Kate says Jon’s head knock is a serious concussion, the kind that, if repeated, could result in brain trauma. Nothing to play with.