Fished. Had to fish with the six weight. Still haven't found the
four-weight reel. We both remember getting it out of the shed and putting
it somewhere logical. Now we've checked all the logical places.
Back to work at the Physics Center. What a place! Their job here is to
present the best possible, most desirable place on the planet, for physists
to want to come and spend the summer. While they're here, the physist's job
is to take it easy, enjoy the surroundings, think about and talk about
physics, and collaborate with their colleagues.
There is traffic in the valley, and congestion. The four-lane highway has
been completed all the way from Glenwood Springs to Aspen. All except for a
quarter mile of two lane right outside the city. Four lanes flows into two
and backs up. A person can get frustrated with the commute from Basalt and
wonder if it's worth it. Then you step away from the crowd. Twenty feet.
You walk twenty feet from the grounds of the physics center and you're in
the wilderness and you remember why all these people want to be here. It's
worth it.
A walk down the path on the Meadows Trail. Hummingbirds and chickadees.
Eighty degrees. Aspen leaves blowing in the breeze. It is lush and green,
even in July. Blue sky and fluffy white clouds with impossibly clean edges.
Wildflowers. Evergreens. Castle creek rushing to meet the Roaring Fork.
This place knocks me out.
