Quick tour, a hike, a meal and a couch
May 09, 2008
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. Jesse fixed a couple of breakfast sandwhiches as we chatted about past odds and ends, current goings on yada. I put my camera battery on charge and we strolled down to the park to meet his friend Paul, the solar systems guy he was working with. There was a quartet playing in a bandstand in the corner of the park, next to some spring vegetable plants up for sale. In the center of the flat there was an electric powered truck that was going for around $17,000, this compact could cruise at 25 miles per hour. We took a jaunt back to Paul's place for some gear and hopped on cycles to head out to the edge of town for a hike on Red Hill. My senses began to sharpen as we climbed, the aerobics awakened stunned and stagnent cells. We came across some great views, open sage fields and a mountain bike grave yard. Wrapped up the day with a nice meal, a beefy burger and wedge fries and some nice local ale. Crashed out in my sleeping my bag on a good couch, Ring woke me up around 6 after I slept through my alarm for some coffee, slowly woke up, said laytah and was on my way to Wyoming.
After driving across the prairie, through Denver, a snowstorm and some goergeous dusted mountain passes I arrived at the Clay Center in Carbondale where I was greeted by fellow Art Institute graduates and pals Jesse Ring and Ben Stout. Jesse gave me a brief tour of the studios and the gallery there and talked about some of his future plans and recent work in solar installations. Also toured Ben's studio, he was stoked about news that he'd been accepted to graduate school in the fall. We walked through the Dandylion Days parade on Main Street, a celebration of Carbondale's successful resistance to an anti-dandylion code that was fighting to be imposed as development moved into the area. The dandylion is a beautiful, edible, useful speciman. The drumline was rambling at just the right pace, not a sour face to be seen. Everyone was swept up in the pleasent spring weather, it's now about 65 degrees... and I'm only a few hours from my previous crawl through gusting winds and the blinding white atmosphere back up the mountain