A small black cat sits atop a well clawed cat tree platform beside a rain splashed window with a dark pulled back curtain and looks toward the camera with baleful eyes.
I’ve not been in any shape to be perceived, but the cat hasn’t been willing to let either of us out of her sight. The rains today blew some things around outside, but we were dry and still, marveling at sea-level physical comfort and bracing for returns to the working week.
There was simply too much walking, too little comfort and too low odds of avoiding illness, so we made it home, me with my lovely parting gift of a cough and headache, lozenges crammed into my jaws and fear of in-flight turbulence distracted by illness, a middle seat’s worst nightmare and a renewed perception of the walking, BART riding and driving from my last gate to my front door.
We caught a bus north and west out of town from a bus depot under the train station, arrived in Boulder and walked to get coffee and croissants before jaunting along the creek. On a whim, we clambered past a closed trail sign uphill to a vista point, caught a ride downhill to a teahouse, and stretched our sore legs along the main drag plaza, hitting a record store, bookstore and cafe before riding back to the city, scoring burgers near the station and collapsing at our room. More miles, but somehow less energy, whew!
We walked for five miles through several neighborhoods, striking out on street art in River North, catching a car downtown to the state capitol building and wandering along one side of things as the skies darkened, hitting a stand to repair my wristwatch hinge, waiting out rain in a cafe before checking out a couple of Tattered Cover bookstores, then threading between brief hail to sit at a happy hour and chow down in peace.
The exterior of the eastbound entry to the Moffatt Tunnel
We wound up in Denver after always having lived on this train, sliding through fractal snowy landscapes, cliffs and remote mountain towns and somehow getting higher in elevation together without actually being onboard a plane (or driving to Mount Lassen’s trailhead) by going across (or under or through) the Continental Divide. Now, we try to adjust to a larger space than a roomette, and much less rattling.
Arriving almost an hour before the train, we sat on the platform and covered our ears against freight traffic before our California Zephyr arrived. Then we headed eastbound, backwards and uphill, away from the bay, up through the Delta and into snowy piney stretches before settling into empty purply desert sunset. The scenery should have been the focus for all that we saw of it, but the rails remained never present, rattling under our car and rocking in a steady tempo.
The first day of a stretch off is more theoretical than practical. Resolutions and possibilities float through the air around you, even as you consider what it feels like to miss the steady routine of war and struggle to make real rest and downtime out of everyday time. Throw in the whole ‘I’ve never done this thing before’ on top of that, and well, it’s even more of a challenge.
Go stand on this corner in the neighborhood you’ve written about before and start asking people questions, bracing yourself from mean-mug glowers and questions about why you’re aiming your camera one way or another. Get mistaken for a local by another person asking questions just like you, or get told people aren’t allowed to speak to you by others. Grab a bus afterwards that gets you close enough to your desk and walk the rest of the way there.
I rarely come over to this part of town, but I had had some hope of finding a card for a weekend thrift store camera haul. They had the card, but the camera sensor may not have been up and running. Crossing my fingers that it’ll come together or preparing for other options.
I think an under-attempted party game is taking a picture of a car with multiple bumper stickers and logos and reverse engineering a personality from a series of quotes. One could offer or solicit extra points depending on contextual clues like location, time of day and direction.
