Heading West

Saw "The American" last night, with George Clooney. Pleasant, attractive, and serious. 

Flew to Denver by way of O'Hare on United. The latter flight was on a 767, making it much more pleasant.  
Arrive before 11am to dry sunny heat and blue skies. J (old friend from high school who I ran into in SF) picked me up and we drove off to Boulder, where we hit the farmer's market. Crunchy college students + retired baby boomers. Great food. Sinatra impersonator, charming.






Walk on the creek, with an impromptu fly-fishing lesson from a twelve year old kid.  Down the creek, a man asks me to retrieve his second crutch from the river, as his friend has placed it there. We later encouter a man who has engineered a standing rock, as below. We compliment his work and he is appreciative, telling us that the work is therapeutic.

In the evening, we attend a poker game that consist mainly of professors from one of the departments at the university. I play poorly. 
We drive back to J's home in the mountains, under the sky filled with stars