Basalt

More high desert. Left the San Luis Valley and continued north. Desert,
desert, desert. After weeks of high desert, we're suddenly alpine. Ten
thousand feet, lush wetlands, snowpack still melting. Then down from
Leadville by way of Tennessee Pass. Met interstate 70 at Minturn. Lunch at
Wilmore Lake, through Glenwood, past Carbondale, and settled in Basalt by
two. Level the rig, get the slides out, arrange the inside, hook up the
utilities, find the satellite, scrub the bugs off the front, put up the
windshield screens. Hot weather for the mountains, high eighties. Glad
we're up here. The rivers look clear. Time to fire up the flyfishing gear.
Got it all set out. Found everything except the reel for my four-weight
flyrod. Job in Aspen. We'll be here a week.