I haven’t been feeling like updating for a while. Or answering my phone for that matter. It’s nothing personal. I’m coming back soon.

We’ve been laying out on large, flat rocks in Clear Creek and sunning ourselves like lizards. It feels pretty good.

Usually I lay out in the sun and read, or not, and Andy balances river rocks in impossible positions. He gets a lot of attention for it. Kayakers, tubers and the general public are curious and stop to talk. Yesterday a group of twenty something stoner kids came by and after tripping over me and stepping on my stuff several times, saying “sorry” on each occasion. Asked me how (pointing to Andy) he got across. There was a swift current that led into a tiny rapid that was between where we were and where he was. I pointed upstream thirty feet and told them to walk across there. Using my best stoner vernacular, I said that it wasn’t so “harsh” up there.

They went over, sat with Andy and asked questions about rock balancing. One of them being, “Do you think this would be really mellow to do on an acid trip?” Then they repeatedly jumped into the rapids, swam to my side and tripped over me and got all my stuff wet again. I thought someone was going to break a neck or a arm. They were full on diving in two feet of water and a rocky, jagged bottom.

When Andy and I were walking back he said they had asked if he was married. He said yes and pointed over to me. One of the guys said, “the hot one”. Andy said, “yeah”.

I know it’s vain and probably shallow, but at thirty five years old, being called “the hot one” by a twenty two year old made my day a little.