Estes

Storm of Christmas 2000, winter vacation, began in Fort Morgan with sitting at the shared table front counter for Buffalo burgers and huge French fries. Decided to go to Estes Park to storm chase a huge one coming across and down. The Rockies bracing. I was open until snowed in. Stayed at a winter motel for three days. Mainly rested and meditated the howling wind. Never been much to Estes, yet my real intention to view came out a surprise, E. was haunted so high up. I listened for my neighbor as he walked hard with cowboy boots heals striking the covered walkway. Out and back he would go, attending the saloon. Then at night he dreamed the phantom. I couldn't eat out of fear to hear his boots, yet strangely attracted. From there I traveled to South Dakota where my job was. I concocted a tale about him further. He lived in Houston, spoke Spanish and was a minister. Did he tell me? I felt him next door as I fed the deer before leaving for work. My cabin cozy for my cats, left behind for the day.