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29 December~2007

I have a week off, and  I woke this Saturday morning wondering how I should spend it.  There are probably some things to do around the house, and maybe I will get to them.  The best thing I could think of though was to go the mountains.

The snow was deeper than I expected, and the wind was blowing - very western weather.  I should have brought my snowshoes but I didn't.  

The weight of my park warmed me on the way uphill.  When I slowed to look around and take pictures the chill hit me.  I didn't stay long.

Noone else was up there of course, and the only animal tracks I found were of a fox that went over the snow crust in the early morning.  I heard a chickadee call.  Ben wimpered from the ice that had collected around his toes, and lied down in the snow to try to bite it out.  

I took the dogs to the truck and sat with them in the cab a little while with the engine running and the heater full blast.  I then came back out to take some more winter photos.

Driving down the hill I was looking forward to the warm touch of a woman on Saturday night (tonight), but when I got to the Rose I found myself standing at the back and leaning against the post alot.  It takes a good song to get me moving to find a dance partner.  

I had noticed a young athletic looking woman that I hadn't seen before.  She had a blue checkered shirt and light brown hair, and moved liked she was very physically capable.   She was with a group of people though - mixed, and I wasnt sure if she was single or not.

An hour or so later, just as Walker Williams started up a western swing tune, there she was, up by the rail standing by herself.  

Her back was hard as a rock, and she picked up the triple step beat right off.    That is what I go for; the excitement of circling with the floor with a woman who's heart has as much fire as my own.   The freedom I experience is only comparable to what I find up high in the wilderness.   For a few moments during those dances I forget everything and am truly happy.

 She thanked me with a big smile and I watched her as she left the floor in front of me. I went home soon after that, near midnight.  It ended up feeling like a good night.

Sometimes I talk with friends while I am there.  I even bought one a Red Rose from the flower lady a week ago.  But the most memorable moments are with women that I don't talk to,  and just move together in health and passion to the rhythm of the music, beyond words.

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