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Buried amongst the quaking aspens. on Twitpic In the Ute cemetary. Beautiful. on Twitpic

Today I hiked up the Ute trail – its only 2 miles but it is 1,700 feet of elevation.  It was very steep and I was having to scramble up across roots and rocks.  Had to stop 3 times to catch my breath- I’m not acclimated to Aspen ground level, much less Aspen + 1700 yet!  Once I reached the top I was rewarded with a vertigo-inducing, sweeping view of the valley.  I posted some photos to my twitter

The hike felt good- I rarely truely challenge myself physcially, and it definitely took more than a little willpower for me to make it all the way to the top.  I’d just had a fight(?) with my boyfriend(?) and my heart was half pissed half sad.  He and I had started at the base of another trail this morning, but I apparently took too long to get ready to go there because he got quiet huffy and then charged on so quickly ahead of me without looking back once that he lost me within 4 minutes of the hike.  I turned my little ass around and left, walked across town to the Ute trail, and powered up it.  I haven’t heard from him all day and am not sure if I should apologize first… but I think I’ll just wait and see what he does.  I’m very quick to forgive, but I don’t know if I act like too much of a doormat sometimes… its easiest just to keep my mouth shut and let him show his hand first.  Maybe easy isn’t good though.

I met a nice man on the way down the Ute who is apparently a musician and invited me (in a purely friendly way) to come see his standing gig at The Bistro in Basalt one Friday.  Since I watched “Yes Man” with Jim Carrey last night, I said yes, and will follow through and do that.  I also said “yes” to volunteering tomorrow for the Komen Race for the Cure… so if I can figure out where I am supposed to show up to volunteer I’ll do it… good way to meet new people here I hope.

After my knee-testing hike down the rocky Ute I walked across the road to the Ute cemetary.  It was lovely and mysterious- overgrown with wildflowers and tamed only by a narrow beaten dirt foot path.  Most of the graves were from the 1800s.  Many of them said “aged 33” and other thirties ages beneath the names of the deceased to indicate the span of their lives.  There were also some gravestones for babies who died at 1yr and 5yrs, and many unmarked graves. 

Mountain cemeteries are unique. Unlike cemeteries found on the plains, they have extreme terrain and a rustic mountain character. Long rows of gleaming white tombstones lined up like dominoes are seldom found. More typical are randomly placed plots with locations determined based on available topsoil and absence of bedrock. The result is a picturesque setting with a mystical quality.”

It’s the only cemetary I’ve ever been in that seemed like it’d be nice to be buried in.  I imagined that the bodies were laid to rest in wooden boxes, and had long ago been reduced to skeletons and food for the brilliant variations of purple wildflowers that were growing everywhere.  The Aspens were quaking in the wind- it was the first time I’d truley stopped here to take in their sound.  It sounds ridiculous, but as I left that cemetary I imagined a little gang of ghosts following me home- like a new clique of friends.

My only living clique of friends in this town is going to Matsu tonight for a drink I think.  We’ll see if they remember to text me and include, otherwise I’ll just go home and spend the evening with Tina kitty, a good book, some cherry pie and the ghosts of the Ute valley.

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