Thursday, March 20, 2008

Bud

We were warmed by a campfire Sunday night high on a bluff over the Gunnison River, near the south edge of Grand Junction, Col. As night shadows deepened, far below we heard a coal train straining around the 180 degree turn it makes delivering empties to a strip mine far away. There was plenty of wood to burn at our fire high above, Bud had seen to that. We sat and visited with this kind and fascinating gentleman Sunday night. A pal of our host, he had delivered and chopped kindling as a contribution to our Irish feast that day. Bud is single, of unknown age, and a long-time resident of the area. He owns business property in town, has sold timber, real estate, metals and seems to have wisdom and perspective on anything. He once thought it would be a great idea to winter in Carlsbad, New Mexico, and parked a camper there, just in time for record snowfalls and a torrent of below zero weather readings. Bud is sharp and regaled us with tales of his youth. Our Jennifer often follows the road not taken. For us, the result is a panoply of experiences and unforgettable characters enriching our lives. We're most grateful for that.