Son John has returned to Telluride, to catch the bluegrass festival, say goodbye to friends and retrieve his belongings. I put him on a plane yesterday and I’m following in my truck in a few minutes, with the idea that we’ll spend some time there and then, if his stamina permits, heading back together cross-country. If not, I’ll drop him at the Denver airport and head back alone (sniff) – either way, alone or together, I’m hoping to get some fishing in. Blogging will be light, but I’ll check in from time to time to keep an eye on the monkey house, so watch yourselves!
Best to all, see you soon.