Buena Vista

Last Fall for my birthday I headed to Buena Vista, Colorado for a few peaceful days in a riverside cabin. I still get chills thinking about my time there.

I pull up to a roaring river with a wooden bridge that leads to the cabin on the other side. A string of lights swing in the late afternoon breeze as I make my way across.
 I find creature comforts in the wooden cabin frames and old stove. I soak in the natural hot spring pool just outside the deck, and read stories of how this cabin was used last century by the ancestors of the current owners as a place to stay while working in the mines up in the mountains.
As I’ve crested the peak of life and start the descent in my time of dying, I find sweet comfort in the solace that Buena Vista offers.

Wench, bring my ale, what say you?

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