We Ride the Sky!

We spend the day on the gondola and trams at Jackson Hole, the ski resort. The top of Rendezvous Mountain was above tree line, cold and windy. I feel like Goldilocks on this trip – ‘it’s too hot, it’s too cold’ – often in the matter of a very seconds. Too hot – step into the shade. Too Cold – step out of the shade. Too hot – take your shirt off. Too cold – wrap your fleece throw around your waist kilt style. 

The view from the top of the mountain was – oh well, you had to be here. I cannot describe adequately the range of feeling and thoughts that the view from the top draws out of you – if you have the time to just sit and be for a few hours. 

My theory on erosion – small children’s propensity to throw rocks downhill.  Hope no one was below them. 

My theory on kingdoms – if we could just get a few hundred more men, this summer we could cross that river and take over all that farmland, and the women! Bet they are fat and sassy with all that green bounty and water over there.

My theory on WARNING signs – the people who lack sense never read them, the people who have sense don’t need to read them – why clutter up the landscape with them – they useless. (other than keeping sign-makers and lawyers employed)