Saturday, July 25, 2015

The Postscript Post, July 2015 — A Why Of the Y

Reader, if you walk parts of Western Colorado in the summertime, you may sight lupin and cairns.

You may also notice, within the vicinity of some gorgeous waterfalls (it's not a particularly good photo, the one below, I admit)


an average, everyday kind of y.  It's at the edge of a paved bi-cycling trail.


So: Mount your bike.

For what is sure to be an exceptionally memorable, mayhap joyful, mayhap grievous and thoroughly horrific adventure in modern journeying, pack something bagelly (appropriately bagelly), if you wish (as you wish), and plenty of Smart Water (btw would somebody pleeze close that super-irritating Cheney loophole already?)


Perhaps strap in a printed book or two for plein air reading.  And take off.


Do scream raucously in the tunnel (Note: It's just outside the frame of the above photograph.)  [ What are tunnels for, anyway? ]

When you dismount, may the lingering commence.

For starters I propose the first lines of novels, and card games, such as Go Fish and gin rummy.

For after the starters, perhaps unsent letters, unheard tapes, and such. You know: blah di blah (Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da?)

And, for after-after, well.  Come on.  As you wish, I'm not going to tell you everything.


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