The mountain woke me up early, coffee in hand I greeted it.

I was washed over with knowledge. The ancients invited us in.  The road was thick with anticipation. We set offf for the paper promise, red rocks and sunsets, Colorado Chronic.........Paper proved to be only as good as the transport mechanism.

When I found myself at  five thousand feet looking down at our tire inches away from the edge the Rev. smiled, this is a moment.

I was simmoultanously literal and figurative.......it felt euphoric, I waz hanging ten, chin up and out, this was a good wave.