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Thursday, May 31, 2007
 
Camping

I know a good spot in the Red Feather Lakes area a bit more than an hour northwest of Fort Collins. I spent two nights there with my sister and her fiancé, Richard, this past weekend. The first night was probably the coldest I've ever experienced camping. I was eaten alive by mosquitoes the following day. Still, sleeping outside in the cold, crisp mountain air (well, 8,000 feet at least) is powerfully good for the soul self. We missed a near-perfect weekend in Denver, but the relative solitude was rejuvenating. It was nice to get away. It would have been even nicer completely alone, but I always say that and never run off solo. I guess I'm a little afraid I might not come back.