Last week I was driving down Hwy 7 in Estes Park and almost hit a
hawk. It flew from the side and turned to fly directly in front of me
about 3 feet above the ground right in front of my bumper. It refused
to drop the rabbit that was weighing it down, and finally veered off. I
was so glad I did not kill a federally protected raptor. It would have
been even worse, because I was driving a mail truck.
Yeah, I’ve been delivering mail over the winter to help pay the utility
bills at the lodge. Last Monday was my last day doing it, and now I’m
back to working the lodge full time.
It had been a long, and pretty lonely winter up here due to the Covid-19
pandemic. Maintaining “Social distancing” and wearing a mask in my
home was getting kind of old. So Juanita and I, having been fully
vaccinated, made a corporate decision to not require guests to wear
masks here in the lodge if they can provide proof of vaccination.
Last weekend we had our first full lodge mask free retreat in over 14
months. EVERYONE was vaccinated. It was wonderful being able to smile
when telling a dumb joke and being sure people knew I was joking, and not
just being an idiot.
Eating breakfast at the same table with our guests had been sorely
missed. Passing around bowls of food rather than individual plates of
food causes less waste, and is a lot more flexible. And I just like
“family style”.
It was like coming home. We loved it.
Bill
