"The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved--loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves."
- Victor Hugo, writer (1802 - 1885)
I've returned from my little jaunt to the mountains. I'm posting some of the pictures I took to give you an idea of what it was like.
I've known some of these men for over 30 years, many over 20. One of them was with me when I began my career in 1965. I love them all. We've been visiting this place for a long time, and I assume we'll continue doing so until there are none of us remaining.
We arrived on Monday. Rain kept us off the course, so we had to sit in the cabin and shoot the bull. This was time well spent. It's always nice to get re-acquainted apart from golf. We had a fine meal, watched Denver beat Oakland, caught part of the Braves game, and told lots of jokes.
In the mornings we had breakfast at the Busick Cafe. We learned that the lady proprietor, Jewell, has just discovered she has cancer. Even though she'll be having surgery sometime this week, she was right there preparing our food as if everything was okay. Under her smile, however, we could sense the worry and concern.
Tuesday through Thursday gave us beautiful weather for golf. I thought we might have some fall color to enjoy as we played, but there was none...even at the highest elevations. Our 18-hole scores ranged from 75 to well above 100, but to a man we enjoyed the experience no matter what the final tally. Golf, like life, gives you a constantly changing set of challenges.
At night, we ate, drank, talked, laughed, played poker and after we had all we could stand, turned in and slept like logs...noisy ones! I really hated to leave. The time together rejuvenated me and made me realize again how important these guys are to me. It's always a treat to be with them. I'm already looking forward to next year's trip. I hope they are too.
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