"I dream of a hard and brutal mysticism in which the naked self merges with the nonhuman world and somehow survives...Paradox and bedrock."-Edward Abbey

22 November 2011

100 Words; The Argentine

Whistler standing all majestic mountain-dog like at the ruin of Pavilion Point...


Once, it was part of the narrow-gauge railroad, which snaked up Leavenworth Mountain to what are now the ruins of Waldorf and beyond a bit. The tracks are long gone now. If you know how and where to look, you'll see the remnants of railroad ties.

The grade is under hard-pack. In a month, month and a half, it'll be perfect for snowshoeing. Today, I wear gators over my boots.
"Ready to go?" I ask Whistler.

He gives an approving chomp and lopes ahead of me. We can reach the one ruin in an hour, and I know a shortcut.


  1. Great 100, Robbie.Wonderful imagery of Colorado Life. I'm starting to understand why my dad liked it so much.

  2. I loved this 100 worder. Beautiful imagery, bringing everything very much alive for the reader.

  3. Nessa Roo; If your daddy lives around here he can't be that bad ;)

    Lizzie; Thank you

  4. I don't know how you manage to pack so much in to 100 words - that's some skill. When I read the last line, I wanted to pick up my hiking gear and join you.

  5. Thank you. Although, I think it's more luck than skill.