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Issue #178 Columbine Cabins and Hahn's Peak, February 2020
Columbine Cabins, February 2020
hut trip with David
and Eric and all the rest
Columbine Cabins
packing and shipping
while paige spends friday at work
finally, we leave
comparing the maps
one says south, the other north
to reach steamboat springs
late afternoon sun
casting shadows through foothills
we wind through canyons
cresting powder pass
just as the evening light
retreats with snow squalls
hours of night-time driving
i strain to see the yellow lines
of darkened highway
downloading podcasts
in intermittent cell zone
kids forget their books
up past steamboat springs
and on to the darkened north
we seek out hahn’s peak
finally arrived
with a freaked out cockatiel
who shivers in hut
kids not that happy
to sleep with my older friends
earplugs for snoring
he cooks his bacon
then drops two eggs in the grease
smoke fills the cabin
strapping on our skins
for the ski journey ahead
aspens cast shadows
wind, swift-moving clouds
encase the quiet forest
with a hint of a storm
with elevation
and strong winds, these evergreens
coated with thick ice
skiing to the top
of ten thousand nine hundred
frosted hut awaits
ice on the inside
of the frozen hut’s windows
snowy contact lenses
seeking sweet powder
we drop several thousand feet
hat flies off mid-turn
told by two skiers
to respect their property
dave calls it white gold
back at the cabin
kids busted for roof-sledding
play minecraft on bunk
paige has rosy cheeks
after a solo snowshoe
eric takes long nap
for 26 years
this group has been meeting here
their kids used to come
the evening’s potluck
reveals plethora of squash
and dearth of turkey
four men in sauna
repels all who venture in:
a pink ‘old guy’ zone
bird almost freezes
when eric comes back to get
percussion bag
cozy in the hut
while the storm rages outside
peaceful group slumbers
Columbine Cabins, February 2020
hut trip with David
and Eric and all the rest
Columbine Cabins
packing and shipping
while paige spends friday at work
finally, we leave
comparing the maps
one says south, the other north
to reach steamboat springs
late afternoon sun
casting shadows through foothills
we wind through canyons
cresting powder pass
just as the evening light
retreats with snow squalls
hours of night-time driving
i strain to see the yellow lines
of darkened highway
downloading podcasts
in intermittent cell zone
kids forget their books
up past steamboat springs
and on to the darkened north
we seek out hahn’s peak
finally arrived
with a freaked out cockatiel
who shivers in hut
kids not that happy
to sleep with my older friends
earplugs for snoring
he cooks his bacon
then drops two eggs in the grease
smoke fills the cabin
strapping on our skins
for the ski journey ahead
aspens cast shadows
wind, swift-moving clouds
encase the quiet forest
with a hint of a storm
with elevation
and strong winds, these evergreens
coated with thick ice
skiing to the top
of ten thousand nine hundred
frosted hut awaits
ice on the inside
of the frozen hut’s windows
snowy contact lenses
seeking sweet powder
we drop several thousand feet
hat flies off mid-turn
told by two skiers
to respect their property
dave calls it white gold
back at the cabin
kids busted for roof-sledding
play minecraft on bunk
paige has rosy cheeks
after a solo snowshoe
eric takes long nap
for 26 years
this group has been meeting here
their kids used to come
the evening’s potluck
reveals plethora of squash
and dearth of turkey
four men in sauna
repels all who venture in:
a pink ‘old guy’ zone
bird almost freezes
when eric comes back to get
percussion bag
cozy in the hut
while the storm rages outside
peaceful group slumbers
solo/group kukai
drawing/writing/photography
jonathan machen
drawing/writing/photography
jonathan machen