Today is also the start of two theatre acting workshops I'm doing here, and from the sound of things, they are full. So, this afternoon is a couple of hours of preparation, and then on to spread the 'gospel of theatre'. Its been a year since I quit my teaching job, and I do miss the teaching, it will be a nice part of my week. For a small town, Boulder actually offers lots of things to do, especially in the summer.
Yesterday, the last day in May, I found Tod Campbell and we drove the twelve miles or so to King's Pasture, and then walked the two miles up the hill to Grass Lake to fly fish. It was absolutely amazing up there, as the Spring arrived at 9,000 feet, nothing like it. Grass Lake is a little bit difficult to navigate, so there is rarely anyone there, which was the case yesterday. Fly fishing, (and I do wet fly, not the dry fly) is always a 'zen' experience. There is just enough to do that you have to pay attention, and then there is the anticipation of the fish hitting the fly. The fish in Grass Lake are fat and beautiful, native brook trout, but are extremely hard to catch there. So, when you do catch, its a marvel. Although Spring had arrived on the mountain, the bugs have not, so the fish are down deep, feeding on shrimp and bottom bugs, still, it was thrilling to get the first cast onto the water, and wonder if one fish would rise. During the whole stay, huge thunder clouds loomed towards the ridge of the mountain, spitting out lightning and roaring thunder, but alas, we remained dry, except for the black mud that caked my hiking shoes, from traversing out to the edge of the lake. An excellent end to May. Goodbye, May, you have been kind.
As for the new addition to the family, 'Baby', she is doing great. She is a joy to have around, although its true I have to watch her every second, or something else will have teeth marks on it. I can see her little personality begin to develop, and she is going to be the smartest dog on the planet, probably be the first 'dog president'. Okay, well, I'm partial.
Thunder clouds are moving in as I'm writing this, so I will have to stop for now, so, onward June, bring us bugs and more rain. Bring us charity and danger. Bring us hope...