Booze , and Gaz
Being in Aspen CO , the most expensive real estate place in the country , is similar to be in a mountain oasis . Then, roads are taking you to other ski resorts, and soon to old mine towns, and then , straight to the sky.
The only wealth is the earth, never ending, forever changing. The day is sparingly punctuated by villages, getting rarer as we are going East. Huge trucks are turned into toys on the everlasting highway.
There is something truly exhilarating to experience this sense of scale. So when you stop in a village frozen in silence, meeting a bicycle dropped in the front yard, your imagination can go wild.
At sun set, when the sky meets the earth, the idea of a warm place, with a nice bed sets in. So you keep going on the I 70 until Flagger. Here, Le Motel is waiting for you. A lonely brick building, fairly ageless, elegantly named. So is the woman who runs it since I can barely see her through a cloud of smoke. In her Office I can guess a pair of tired chairs, a fluffy blanket , and a smokey vacuum forever standing up. Le Motel sits downtown: A gaz station, a shinny dinner, and a liquor store where cars are stopping on and off the highway, once in a while.
Waking up in the morning, I opened my eyes only to discover a car wash right there, in the field. Even cars don’t stop that often here. Maybe that s why they park their pink Cadillac in the sky.
Have a good one!