Parked outside our room in Dillon

I am drunk on pomegranate juice, a warm bath and rest. Reflecting on the past few days I am awed by the feeling of having lived lifetimes in this short time. We have followed rivers winding out of the mountains and experienced backroads with just a handful of vehicles. We pass people collecting hives from a field and I yell thanks for the honey. Chuckling, they yell that it is their pleasure. They look like aliens in their bee suites. We experience a plethora of birds, some in migrating V's as well as an assortment of other creatures ( butterflies being the most abundant). In writing this, I realize this is one of the many pleasures of bicycle travel. The pleasure of traveling with the butterflies rather than careening past them ( or into them). I suppose that seeing and experiencing so much in our slow travels is certainly a factor in the phenomenon in each day feeling like a lifetime. Long live the bicycle.