After eight weeks without walking, without my weekday headphone-workouts, and without weekend trips to more sacred territories, I get my cast removed in three days.  Although I will likely still have much work and rehab ahead, it will be a cause for celebration.  On a beautiful Easter Sunday, I took a drive to the mountains.  I drove as far as I could up the Guanella Pass Road to the point where the snow stopped me.  Below I stopped at a deserted campground to eat lunch on a picnic table underneath tall pines.  There was a view up the valley to a snow-covered peak.  A handsome Steller's Jay watched me eat from the tree above. It helped my ragged mental state immensely. (Jay picture from the Internet IBC Bird Collection)