After flying into Denver, I rented a truck and headed 200 miles west to a tiny little town called Marble, Co -- Population 131.
Marble is nestled in the heart of the Colorado Rockies, located right on the edge of beautiful Crystal River in the Elk Mountain Range. I set up camp at Bogan Flats Campground, about 10 feet from the gentle flow of the river.
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars. ― Jack Kerouac
“Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark in the hopeless swamps of the not-quite, the not-yet, and the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonely frustration for the life you deserved and have never been able to reach. The world you desire can be won. It exists.. it is real.. it is possible.. it's yours.”
― Ayn Rand
It was a hell of road trip. By the end I had met starving artists, mountain gypsies, and sipped beers with desert vagabonds. My tent got attacked by a dog the first night. Got a little lost in the woods by the second night. By the third, I felt lonesome & alive at the same time. My boots were ragged. My clothes were dirty. And I forgot who I was.
This is how you keep the soul from descending into the ashes of oblivion. Buy the ticket, take the ride. Just go!