Cokedale, Colorado wasn’t far from where the Santa Fe Chief used to roll through.
It was a good place to reflect on a different era and to size up the riches of unspoiled land.
Not the riches sought by miners, drillers and developers, but resources not so easily monetized.
The most precious of these resources was solitude. He knew this didn’t matter to a lot of people.
But solitude mattered to him. Plenty of times he was replenished, propped back up, sagging spirits lifted just by being where the land was silent and remote.
He didn’t need vortexes or crystals. All it took was solitude.
