On a spectacularly clear August morning, our Roaring Fork Transportation Authority bus was wending its way above the sharp ravine on narrow Maroon Creek Road in Colorado’s White River National Forest. Steve, the driver, was holding forth on encountering mountain lions, avoiding avalanches, and appreciating conifers. He also mentioned that in the mountain meadows where we’d be hiking that day, the wildflowers had passed their prime.
That was okay with us, four couples sharing a house for a week in Basalt. We could commiserate with those flowers. Some of these friendships began in college, close to 50 years ago. We, too, are a little past our prime.
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