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As the air slowly fills with moisture and the temperature falls with pending rain, I am pulled willy-nilly back to camp, to summer at the lake, the loveliest time of the year. 

The air feels there just like this when weather is brewing.....full of the scent of water and woodland. One thing about this cool, strange, summer, is that the air has been remarkably good here even in the valley, up until these past few humid days. 

That is not always the case, what with the thousands of tractor trailers, trains, and cars, that ply their way up and down the many thoroughfares that wind between the Noses. At the lake it is always that way.

Just a few weeks left now until we are gone...... 

I won't rush them away. Summer on a farm is a pretty good place to be. 

However, after months of not even letting myself think of mountain love and the clear, clean, lakes, and the fish, and the eagles, and the frogs, and songs of the secret woods....I am letting just a glimmer shine through to light the future.

There are several of you who visit some years....you are always invited if I have forgotten to ask. PM, call, text, or send a pigeon...we would like to see you and sit on the porch that hangs out over the water and talk between the rhythm of the waves, washing against the rocks.

Meanwhile...it is going to rain...again....

Colorado, California, we have your rain! To claim it, you need only identify it and provide transportation to your chosen location......


Soon would be nice.....