I'm here at the Colorado Railroad Museum. DH is happily climbing over locomotives and snapping pix, while I sit at a picnic table in the 80 degree temps.
It's so easy to wipe out everything when you're on vacation. What Tropical Storm Fay? Day job? Huh?
But I am still, sitting here at a picnic table, and writing, because I have deadlines, deadlines. Still, we are having a wonderful, stress-free time of it. Yesterday we went to a gold mine, on impulse, that someone recommended. We took a wonderful tour given by a grizzled, seasoned miner who still works the mine, which is owned by a third-generation miner. He was telling us how he got stuck once and it took him six hours to lift the rocks around him and get out.
As we came to an intersection in the mine, we saw a sign that read, 'PRIMARY ESCAPE ROUTE."
I asked, "Uh, escape route?"
He waved it off. "Oh don't worry. If anything happens, I know six different ways out of this mine."
But amazingly, my claustrophobia didn't kick in. I was having too much fun listening to his stories. He was amazing. We also saw the "lucky mining bucket" that is supposed to bring good luck to all who touch it. I touched it. I don't feel lucky, but I am having fun, so that's a good sign.
After we panned in the creek for gold and found a couple of microscopic sized particles. We struck it!
I could get used to this, writing in the sunshine, enjoying the cool weather, far away from all concerns at home. The stress has just slid off me like heavy coat.