Meditating at Lagerman Reservoir
I need to meditate somewhere other than my messy bedroom today. Maybe a mountain top will do. Pack my cushion and mat and dog in the car. First I run an errand into Boulder - then the open road. Driving north on North 63rd Street, I check in. I don't feel like driving up a mountain road. OK. That's fine. Driving farther, I see a sign to something called Lagerman reservoir. Ah, this must be the way to go. I slow down in a skid for the turn. Cody tumbles into the back of the driver seat. He was grinning happily in the cross breeze from the open windows and then Oops. Cody takes his upset with aplomb, clambering up onto the back seat again. He is still grinning and panting. A dirt road takes us to the reservoir. It looks deserted. The parking lot is empty. I park Excalibur (my sparkly dark silver Toyota Camry). Cody and I wander over to the water. Glory of glories; you can walk right up to the water. Two jetties lead down to the water. They are made of that hard ugly poop-b...
