August | 2018 | Michael S. Moore

The First Friday of August we made a quick run to the Springs with a pair of Historic Poles [remnants of “Clayweight”] for Linda’s upcoming “Confluence” at the UCCS Ent Center,

returned through Pueblo

for an early lunch at the Hat [pork and avocado burritos; hot green, extra onions, not shown]

and home in a small rain which

dampened down the smoke somewhat

for dinner on the porch but returned by morning, a disincentive for photography

unless it can be up the creek amongst the happy stones.

Sunday came news that our neighbors had resuscitated the long-dormant lower well,

cause for considerable celebration although the community’s elation was more than dampened

midday when, after years of fine-tuning, frustrations and a seven-hour Saturday meeting which resulted in finally eliminating the unwieldy and often abused “unanimity clause” [as well as inducting eight new members], a last vote phoned in from an adamantly non-participatory absentee member came in belatedly NO and torpedoed the whole deal, eloquently illuminating the inherent vice of Unanimity, Abused.

Not that those present will in any way be dissuaded from exercising THEIR enjoyment of the place and the days, only that the future cannot at present happen on this land for the next

generation, as our projects continue.

Leon was over in his recreational vehicle [see immediately below]* to repair a leaking gas line [more of a hassle than anticipated] before heading out for Water Fun with grandkids;