Me and Scout are sprawled out on the Astroturf . I took his cone off,  so I could pet his head while we look at the stars. I can see the big dipper.. and I’m looking for Orion, but I can’t see his three-star belt yet.


The camper is parked in Golden, Colorado. Right next to the river… I can roll over and throw a penny in it, I’m so close.


I made two grilled pizzas earlier. Both with the last of the heirloom tomatoes, basil and fresh mozzarella I got at the farmers market Saturday. On one, I threw some roasted garlic and nicoise olives too.


I’m ruminating a bit about the last few weeks… Scout is hopping around on three legs because he broke out of the camper panicking over a thunderstorm and badly sprained his wrist.. he keeps licking it to death, so he’s got The Cone.


I’m starting to work out again.. today I ran two miles and  hammered out some pull-ups and push-ups. Yesterday, an hour bike ride. My body is creaking and groaning in protest, my legs are like two mushy logs. Thursday I will ride up lookout (if it’s not flyable)


I’m obsessed with flying… I almost got in two wrecks while driving home from work because I was watching paragliders taking off and coming in to land… I live at the bottom of the hill. Less than five minutes from the LZ. Two, if I could make a straight shot at it. It is difficult to do non-flying things at the camper on weekends… if there are pilots in the air. I make myself not go up the mountain… so I can do errands and fix the camper but… I see someone soaring, and I’m in a trance… I study the air they are flying in.. Watch the movement of the wing… how high are they, how quickly are they going up? Down?  Who is it? Should I say F-it and just go?


I have made four flights from Mt. Zion now. I am learning how to judge the conditions here… So far, two sled rides, one epic glass off, one buttery, boaty, evening flight. The last one, there were three women. If I had Amy’s number, there would have been four… I love women pilots. All of them. They are kindred and instantly beautiful to me. That night, I kept thinking about them… and my friend who had broken his hip in a bad landing earlier in the day… I will go visit him in the hospital this week.


It’s a perfect summer evening.. a gentle breeze is cooling my face and arms, Scout is breathing slowly and evenly, every once in a while a big dog sigh. I am happy with my obsession, my sweet broken dog and this spectacular twinkling sky tonight.