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Altitude Adjustment - Sunday Morning Comin' Down - An Epilog

Pre-dawn darkness cloaked the mesa at 4AM. I stood a moment to take in the brilliant stars unfiltered by smoke or smog; then resumed loading the truck. The silence of this place can be deafening, especially at this hour. Were it not for the distant whispered roar of the Rio Grande, one could be led to believe they were in a perfect vacuum.  I scanned the checklist of  items to be accomplished in order to close down the cabin for the third time, worried about would forget something. It was hard to get my synapses firing on all cylinders even after mainlining two cups of coffee. I better get another one.  
At the moment, I was at 8800 feet in elevation. At the end of the day I would only be 735 feet above sea level, a change of just over 8,000 feet. It always makes me smile when I see city limit signs in Colorado - no population numbers here, only elevation. Populations may grow or shrink, but the mountains remain unchanged.   
The thermometer read a comfortable 27F; a marked improvement…

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