amazing memories from the cabin.

the sun.
the moon.
the pines.
the fevered horseshoe matches.
the big, generous, ample hammock.
the spooky caves -- and the stimulating conversations to and fro, serving to remind how the means is the end, the journey is the destination.
the controversial scrabble match. (see joe, emo, and whatever that word jeff called his shill eugene about.)
xm.
chef ken's tasty treats.
the milliner quarter.
the biggers flush (or straight -- can't remember).
kris' textbook bluff.
the dreaded two of clubs.
the los pinos breakfast. the bumbling apprentice. the bacon fiasco.
dreaming of 25 things to do.
scheming on the dynamics of relationships by the river with jefe.
humbling the evil mountain ball team.
getting tipping lessons from kris.

then, having 370 miles of glorious new mexican terrain come to life from the back of a harley.

to paraphrase a famous modern philosopher, you can't repossess those good times.

blessings. bigs