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Better Late than Never

sluggish and feelin' fine

I wake and open my eyes to brightness. The gray sides of the tent catch the sun and turn our home into a luminescent sauna. We are baking. I open the back window flap and there’s Herb’s cute little four-year-old girl staring at me.


The previous day when V had exclaimed how cute the girl was, I said, “All little girls are cute.” V said, “No…not all.” She is subtly pointing to another little girl and giving me a look. “Yeaahh.”
We basically didn’t do much of anything that day and it was awesome. We hung out and talked to Rob the campground manager about riding and we talked with Herb too. They were nice people. I went for a jog and did some chi gong and kung fu in sight of the mountains. It was beautiful even though I was on a strip of weeded ground between the road and highway. The land was flat and endlessly empty leading to the white caps.
Soon a huge raincloud was covering the scene and sprinkling on me. I ran back and Herb said it’s supposed to clear up in the afternoon. Rob said it will rain off and on all day and night, but he also said it would get down to 38 degrees the previous night, which it didn’t. I trusted Herb and we blogged at Subway most of the day.

We came back periodically, hoping to talk to Bill Hewett since he offered to show us his business. We went in and talked to his employees, but he was out.

V says I look more constipated than high. Same difference.

We all joked about things over free coffee, like how the clock is always on 4:20 here (Revered marijuana # because it's the police band code for marijuana use). The woman behind the counter joked about things like, "We have a very laid-back business environment here." And, "Sorry, this is a non-smoking facility." Or, "I like this job. It's the only one that you actually have to fail a drug test to get the job." Even though they were fun, you can rest assured that they didn't let anyone in the secured area unless they showed their medical marijuana license. The shop had just opened a month ago and there was a lot of buzz about it and the new Colorado laws. People would drive past, slow down, and take pictures.

Next time we came back Bill Hewett was back. He drove up in one of his white chevys. He had a decoy car, that was exactly the same so no one knew when the goods were in or being delivered. Bill walked a bit like he was still high, but he was much more coherent in the morning. He was an intelligent guy and he knew all sorts of interesting facts about marijuana. It was funny because we would be talking about some intellectual issues, but Bill would always bring it back around to marijuana (he loves that stuff!) Like organic farming: Did you know that marijuana is one of the greatest, cheapest, and easiest weeds to grow in an off year for farms. You can just turn the weed under the soil and it will completely rejuvinate the soil (TLC for the soil). And, no you won't get high from eating the corn. I asked.

We told him that someone in the campground said there was a man staring into his shop last night. He spoke in a high chant exquisite tone, "Here's what I must say about security. I really don't have to worry about it." He elaborated with a little story, "Every night I leave a dollar seventy-five in the register...just in case someone somehow manages get in through the security door to see that everything is locked up in the safe. I figure that if they tried so hard they may as well get the dollar seventy-five as the police come because of the silent alarms."


Vanessa complained that we left the campsite after six. We lost several things and had to run all over the campground to find where the wind blew it. We were about to give up on our tent bag when I found it off in a corner. We had so much crap that it was overwhelming. When I see a mess my brain shuts down and my IQ drops to 80. I just kind of limply paw at the mess with my hands that I'd forgotten how to use. We had become packrats and we were like, "We might use that at some point!" And, "We always need more napkins!" "We can burn cardboard!" We were strapping extra plastic bags all over the bike. Enough! I threw it all out. We gave Herb our gallon jug of coolent and some hydrogen peroxide. He came back with a book and definitively places it on the Bike. It is Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenence. Vanessa breaks Herbs moment by saying, "Oh. We already have that." He looks around probably wondering where it could be hidden considering our mess was strewn everywhere. Vanessa explains, "We have it on our IPod." Herb just rolls his eyes, "Technology." I tell him it's actually a really good audio book with a good reader.

It was time to leave. We were slim and rearin' to go!


We rode late into the mountains and stopped in a little town in the Mesa mountain. We blogged in a café over a breakfast burrito, and rode up the mountain.


While V blogged in the cafe, I went out and did some kung fu by the raging mountain stream that was overflowing. It was about six feet wide in a ravine that was just deep enough to contain it. The rocks that normally created little waterfalls were buried in water and foam. The raging mountain juice was winding back and forth at 25 mph. I scouted for a place to camp. We had wanted to camp in the field behind the cafe but I couldn't find a spot to ford the torrent. I had decided earlier to just ask the owner of the cafe if it was alright to park there and camp in the field. But, anytime I asked anyone anything they said, "I dunno." The cafe was more corporate than I thought and the employees didn't seem to have a stake or a care in the cafe or the area (like at McDonald's). I felt out of place walking through this little town at night looking for a camp. The place felt fake, like they were trying to be a cute mountain town, but it felt suburban. The houses looked right. Nice little ranches. Each one completely different from the rest with pretty decorations blending into the mountain scenery. Sometimes in other places, people stare at an unfamiliar person walking along and I just break the ice by giving my best smile and waving. It almost always works. However, in this town no one seemed to look up. They were all in there own little stressful world. Maybe I'm wrong and I just saw what my mood created. I try and meditate on giving off a vibe of openness and welcoming. That helps. I imagine that my mood and feelings affect the electromagnetic field around my body attracting people like a magnet and giving off positive ions. That's the scientific explanation of an aura. I pay close attention to these positive vibes, but the negative ones always come back if I don't solve the root problem. I feel out of place because there is nowhere to camp here. I decide it's time to leave.

We headed up the mountain to a campground, but didn’t make it. It was night and we stopped on the mountain switchback in the middle of nowhere. I wanted to walk to the south side of the mountain and camp where it’s warmer. We parked and walked to a beautiful view of the little city lit up below us. We talked and held each other in the cool wind blowing across these heights. We were pretty warm since we had smothered our bodies in four dollars worth of Salvation Army winter clothes (that’s a lot of clothes).
There was nowhere to camp because it was steep, so we camped next to the road and our bike. Cars rode by and we had to hide. It was a little tense, but we got lucky and no one called the cops on us. In the morning as we packed up a pick-up truck stopped (everyone had one of these), backed up, and then sped off. Time to leave! We booked it out of there. We went back to the café because it started to rain. We wanted to see the land of a thousand lakes over Mesa mountain, but it was raining all day. We had to blog in the café and then we had to skip our plans. We had no tread on our rear tire for the rain, so we headed to Grand Junction in defeat.

It sprinkled on us as we came into grand junction. V did all the laundry while I went around to fix the motorcycle (Yes, V felt our gender roles were too old-fashioned). I found out that no matter what, you can't replace the water pump seals without removing the whole engine which takes all day and costs $500! Hell no. I return the honda parts and pay the restocking fee. Carl the older mechanic who used to work at Honda told me at his shop that he had a crazy bet with a rich friend years ago about the quality of Hondas vs. harleys. They took an old silverwing and a relatively new harley that had some major aesthetic damage and decided to race them around without any oil in them at all. They were having fun when the harley soon began to smoke and tremble. The engine started sticking and soon it froze up, but luckily didn't explode. The amazing thing is that the Silverwing never stopped working. It just kept riding for hours until Carl gave up trying to destroy it.

So we decide to stop worrying about it and change the oil regularly and put in stop-leak. It is late so we stick to the new plan.

The new plan will now be described by Vanessa:

Staying at the campsite at Colorado National Monument (but first, we are going to go see a movie). Joe has had these free tickets to Regal Cinema's from Life Center Plus for a few months now, and Regal Cinema's have been kinda scarce. When we were in Montrose I looked for a Regal again, and just like before, a few of the towns we were in had them, but the one we were in did not. So we finally decided that we would find a town along our rout with a Regal, and then use the tickets then. Sure enough, Grand Junction had a Regal, so we searched the date we would be there, watched a few movie trailers, and decided hands down that we had to see the movie 9 after getting goosebumps to the trailer's theme music (that dark epic song by Coheed and Cambria). This is the computer animated movie by Tim Burtan's protegee staring Elijah Wood, John C. Reilly, Jennifer Connelly, and Drusilla's real life dad (not really staring him, his character actually just gets shitted on early in the movie, and then again, and then one more time, but not a lot of speaking parts, kinda like Jackie Chan in Kung Fu Panda, anyone ever notice that Monkey only has like 3 lines the whole film? Anyhow, I digress). The visuals are amazing, very well done, and the scenes are very dark and scary. Reminiscent of Nightmare Before Christmas, so if you saw that thinking, its claymation, it can't be that dark, and then were forever traumatized by the Boogyman's kid's song Kidnap the Santy Clause, yeah, its kinda like that, but even darker. Oh, hell, I hate reviewers, let me show you what I love (trailers):

So leaving the theater I was a little freaked out, but that soon faded to fighting with Joe (for several hours! Joe: Kung Fu fighting?). We were heading to Colorado National Monument finally by around 3am, and when we got there, all fighting ceased with awe ("awwww" "No, no no, not that one, AWE" "Awe" "Much better"). Have you ever seen those photos where they soup up photos of stars and landscapes b/c you can't easily take a shot of both and have the lighting work? Well, it looked exactly like that! The stars were so crisp and beautiful against the red rocks, Joe wanted me to take a picture so bad. It does not do it justice. Here was a great scene of a red rock with a tunnel carved out of it with a perfect view of Cassiopeia right above the cliffs:


Then here is the majestic shot where the city lights twinkle below, mimicking the sea of stars that hover above in jealous reflection at the directional freedom that these earthly lights could move about:

Yeah, I guess you're just going to have to wait for the sun to come up to get the scale of what I'm talking about (and your not wrong if you're thinking that I was missing out on about 90% (if not more) of the scale of what we were seeing with this lighting too).

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wow, who wrote this line: " here is the majestic shot where the city lights twinkle below, mimicking the sea of stars that hover above in jealous reflection at the directional freedom that these earthly lights could move about" WOW- great writing!

by georgi r

suggestion for subtitle: how about "several quests for the MEANING of life" instead of the "experience" of life? unless you really thought hard and mean experience (that might be better actually, dunno:)

by georgi r

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