Back… From the Wild…

Back… From the Wild…

I have returned from the wilderness where I survived the trek across Collet de Contraix, Coll de Valleta Seca and many drinking bouts with a cook named Pépé, his albino Golden Retriever Coco and a gigantic marmot who insisted on being called Alonzo. Though I could have sworn his name was Bertrand. He is famous for his ability to eat copious amounts of tuna and hypnotize with his languid brown yellowish eyes. He’s one of those beasts that gives you a head job under the knees or chin and tries to coax you outside for a smoke. But I proudly refused even if it meant losing another hand of poker to him. In the end he just shrugged at us and went out by himself into the cold and still sunless dawn. The almost purple madrugada. Pépé told me it drove Coco crazy to see the big marmot wagging his tail and purring like a cat. But to me Coco looked like one of those Zen’d out dogs. One that sleeps for most of the day and not even blinks when the birds land on his back or the flies nestle on his nose. I thought much about those weird and twisted nights as the trek through the wild continued. Especially on those moments when the wind died down and the heat became almost unbearable. And that at around 9800 feet. No sleep whatsoever and many miles every day through that beautiful unpredictable landscape. It was a grand adventure and one that should have lasted even longer. But alas, all good things must come to an end. So now, as the weather in my home country finally changes for the better we get back to the work for that is what we have to deal with. But ever so often I start smiling; usually right before my thoughts drift back to those mountains and the crazy folk we met along the way… Gracias!

So soon we will be able to continue on with the Stoner HiVe show…