My dog, Junebug, passed away at the end of May.
It’s August and that means that we’re home from our July in the San Juan Mountains.
On Thursday, June 30th, Bryon, Junebug the Border Collie, and I crested Molas Pass, the almost 11,000-foot pass along the highway leading into Silverton, Colorado.
Topography rises in kodachrome stripes,
building breezes upon which vultures take flight.
Transplanting thyself into a new place, seedling-like, yields a swift kick in your attitude’s arse.
