Next, please...

I am now in Hotchkiss, Colorado (but really on an organic vineyard some distance from Hotchkiss). As it turned out, my train yesterday, originally scheduled for 8:00am, was delayed until about noon. So, I called Amtrak at around 7:00am. It turns out they have a really good refund policy (as in FULL refund). So, I got rid of that ticket and picked up a ticket with Greyhound that left at noon and got me into Grand Junction at 5:00pm, allowing me to travel with Matthew, who was returning to Hotchkiss from having gone to a friend's wedding in Nebraska via Denver. 

The bus ride was significantly shorter than the train would've been, went through some beautiful countryside (i.e. The Rockies), and let us sit next to some guy from Indianapolis who could (and did) talk non-stop for hours on end about all sorts of fairly crazy things - from Einstein's theory of relativity (and how that meant that Earth has gravity because it has air) to the best places to set up cardboard boxes to live in/how to ride a freight train without getting caught to how the sink is for peeing in because toilets are just for pooping. It was a long 5 hours.

The next few days (should be here until Sunday morning) should include some hanging out, and probably some local biking to get pictures, and we'll probably end up going hiking somewhere this weekend. It feels good to be in the same place as my bicycle again (Colin brought it back here Saturday after bringing Matthew to Denver); that was a weird feeling of separation - similar to the first few days of being somewhere without my car or computer or anything. It's funny how attached we get to feel towards things that we rely on, and when we stop relying on one thing, it's so easy to transfer that same level of attachment to something else - very substitutionary, shall we say. I dunno. I haven't put too much thought into that line of, um, thinking, but maybe I will more as the summer goes on. Anyhow, off to something else. Even though Jonathan, Matthew, and Colin are all working it feels weird to spend much time online. They have books, and stuff for baking, and my bike could probably use a minor tune-up.