Home on the Range posted 5/31/2008 2:54:15 PM | 11 kudos what's this?     report abuse

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I played a very large private party at Alcova Lake Saturday last.

Alcova Lake Wyoming

It is located about 25 minutes from the shop. It might as well be a thousand miles.

Before we started, I had a chance to walk down to one of the docks that sporadically dot the vast shoreline. The sun was beginning it's decent over the red hills, and it was like I was in a watercolour painting. The Wyoming air was sweet and cool, the sky was huge.....it was everywhere, all around me. I know that sounds funny, but that is exactly how it felt.

I sat down on the end of the dock which stretched out into the cold glassy water. I kicked my boots off and dangled my feet in the water. In the background I could barely hear the party getting started. Soon I would have to return, and put on a "show."
"Bring in the clowns," I thought to myself.

I could see the sandstone bottom, and fish, some of them large enough to satisfy even the most experienced sportsman. As the light faded, so did I. Sitting there, watching a silent sailboat off in the distance, I drifted off to a place I hadn't been for a while. I really am a child of the water, be it a lake, river, or the sea.
I miss my ocean. I miss those days of drifting and wandering.

My anchors are deep now. And very firm. Maybe even stuck. I wonder if I can pull them up, or would I have to cut them in order to be free?
I am safe on the surface, and not drifting aimlessly. But is that what I want? I am not sure. I think I want to pull up my anchor, and make way for some far away place.

I slip my boots back on, and head up the steep slope to the mansion on the hill. People are smiling and laughing, drinking their favorite beverages, and greeting each other with open arms and handshakes. Pretty much oblivious to the scene I just witnessed. After all, it happens everyday, doesn't it.

My band is up on stage almost ready to start, and I grab my guitar and head in that direction. My body does anyway......but my mind is somewhere else. The anchors which hold "me" here are not strong enough to hold my mind here. Like that silent sailboat so far off in the distance, I am sailing away. Drifting with my back to the wind.......

I toss back a large shot of Jameson and turn to the boys and call out the first song of the evening....a Buffet tune.

Changes in Attitudes
Changes in Latitudes....and the "show" begins.

Someday, I am gonna take "me" with me. Someday I am gonna pull up those anchors, or cut them loose if I have to, and sail away.



"The sea has never been friendly to man. At most it has been the accomplice of human restlessness." ~Joseph Conrad


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