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About '50 shades to grey'|'50 Shades of Grey' is Setting Women Up to Suffer in Love







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               After               somehow               falling               prey               to               the               "50               Shades               of               Grey"               craze               I've               found               myself               reaching               to               sleazy,               easy               to               read               romance               novels.

One               element               I've               found               central               in               these               novels               are               powerful,               charming,               gorgeous,               but               controlling               men.

While               I'm               far               too               opinionated               and               stubborn               to               ever               get               involved               with               a               control               freak               such               as               Christian               Grey,               I've               found               myself               drawn               to               the               character               type.

Each               of               these               leading               men               is               always               dressed               in               custom               fit               suits               that               still               somehow               manage               to               show               off               their               perfectly               chiseled               physique.



               I               began               to               wonder               why               so               many               women               are               so               drawn               to               this               ideal?

What               is               it               about               a               man               in               a               suit               or               tuxedo               that               makes               women,               including               myself,               drawn               to               them?

It               all               goes               back               to               the               symbolic               meaning               behind               the               suit.
               In               sociology               we               distinguish               between               two               different               parts               of               culture;               material               and               nonmaterial               culture.

Material               culture               encompasses               tangible               objects               from               furniture               to               clothing.

Non-material               culture               includes               attitudes               and               behaviors               within               a               given               society.

The               symbolic               interactionist               perspective               looks               for               the               meaning               that               people               give               to               objects,               attitudes,               behaviors,               and               other               aspects               of               culture.
               So               what               is               it               about               a               suit               that               makes               us               turn               heads?

What               is               it               about               a               man               in               a               suit               that               always               'takes               her               breath               away'               in               a               romance               novel?

It               is               the               symbolic               meaning,               the               illusion               of               success.

Suits               mean               more               than               success;               they               symbolize               professionalism               and               skill               in               the               business               world.

Suits               mean               hard               work               and               dedication.

Suits               demonstrate               an               attempt               to               put               him               together.

We               are               drawn               to               suits               because               we               are               drawn               to               these               qualities               in               men.
               It               also               goes               beyond               the               suit.

Women               are               drawn               to               attractive               men,               this               is               no               surprise.

But               why               is               this?

A               well-cared               for               physique               demonstrates               the               ability               of               a               man               to               care               for               himself.

This               signals               that               he               would               then               also               take               good               care               of               a               mate.
               Why               then,               do               modern-day               women,               enjoy               the               controlling               nature               of               these               men?

What               meaning               can               we               infer               from               this?

Women               in               2012               are               used               to               calling               the               shots.

In               fact,               recent               studies               have               shown               that               women               make               more               of               the               decisions               in               married               households               than               men.

While               many               of               us               aren't               ready               to               yield               this               power,               many               of               us               wish               for               more               effort               by               our               mates.

After               the               wooing               is               over,               how               many               men               still               plan               dates?

Many               of               us               are               left               with               the               'Where               do               you               want               to               eat?'               questions               on               date               night.

Sometimes,               believe               it               or               not,               even               us               feminists               like               to               give               up               control.
               So               what               is               the               importance               of               the               symbolic               meaning               of               Christian               Grey?

It               tells               men               that               women               are               still               attracted               to               strong,               successful,               well-dressed               men               who               can               take               control               of               a               situation.

Or,               if               nothing               else,               a               man               who               can               look               and               play               the               part,               even               for               the               evening.






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    Pink               diamonds               were               relatively               unknown               until               1985,               when               the               Argyle               diamond               mine               began               production.

    Today,               over               90               percent               of               the               world's               pink               diamonds               are               derived               from               this               110-acre               mine               in               Western               Australia.

    The               Argyle               diamond               mine               produces               more               than               35               million               carats               of               diamonds               annually.

    Less               than               one               percent               is               pink               diamonds.

    Additionally,               the               pink               diamonds               found               in               this               region               have               been               dated               back               more               than               one               billion               years,               making               them               extremely               rare               and               highly               valuable.
                   Pink               diamonds               command               premium               prices               in               the               marketplace.

    The               price               per               carat               is               based               on               the               cut,               color               and               clarity               of               the               diamond.

    A               premium               pink               diamond               can               fetch               a               price               of               $100,000               per               carat               or               more.
                   Many               factors               are               considered               when               determining               the               cut               of               pink               diamonds.

    Gemologists               use               a               variety               of               tools               including               binocular               microscopes               and               spectroscopes               to               assess               diamond               anatomy.

    The               cut               is               based               on               the               height               and               width               of               the               diamond               and               signifies               its               brilliance.

    The               brilliance               determines               how               light               travels               within               the               diamond               and               ultimately               affects               its               sparkle               and               shine.
                   Pink               diamonds               are               graded               on               a               scale               of               one               to               eight,               with               one               being               the               most               intense               color               and               eight               being               the               lightest               shade               of               pink.

    Pink               diamonds               are               ranked               in               order               of               rarity               and               include               color               ranges               of               purplish-pink,               pink,               brownish               pink               and               pink               champagne.
                   When               shopping               for               pink               diamonds               it's               important               to               adhere               to               the               four               "C's"               criteria               -               carat,               clarity,               color               and               cut.
                   Carat               
                   Carat               refers               to               the               weight               of               the               diamond.

    One               carat               equals               0.2               grams               and               100               points.

    If               a               diamond               has               10               points,               it               is               equal               to               one-tenth               of               a               carat.

    If               it               has               50               points,               it               is               equal               to               one-half               carat,               and               so               on.

    The               price               of               diamonds               is               not               solely               based               on               the               carat               weight.

    For               instance,               a               flawless               one-carat               pink               diamond               costs               significantly               more               than               a               flawless               one-carat               colorless               diamond.
                   Clarity               
                   Clarity               refers               to               how               light               is               reflected               and               refracted               within               the               diamond.

    If               a               diamond               is               flawless,               nothing               disrupts               the               flow               of               light.

    However,               if               the               diamond               has               bubbles,               cracks,               carbon               or               mineral               deposits,               a               portion               of               the               reflected               light               will               be               lost.
                   Diamond               clarity               is               based               on               identifying               characteristics               known               as               inclusions.

    Typically,               inclusions               are               invisible               to               the               naked               eye               and               require               the               use               of               a               jeweler's               loupe.

    A               jeweler's               loupe               allows               experts               to               view               natural               occurrences               within               the               diamond               such               as               crystals,               feathers,               and               clouds.

    The               type,               size               and               amount               of               inclusions               determine               the               grade               of               clarity.
                   When               selecting               diamonds,               it's               important               to               become               familiar               with               the               diamond               clarity               scale.

    There               are               five               categories               of               clarity,               along               with               two               to               three               subcategories               in               each               class.
                   First               and               foremost               is               the               flawless               diamond.

    There               are               two               types               of               flawless               diamonds               --               flawless               and               internally               flawless.

    Flawless               diamonds               are               graded               as               'FL'               and               reveal               no               surface               or               internal               flaws.

    FL               diamonds               are               the               rarest               and               most               beautiful               diamonds               of               all.

    Of               course,               their               price               tag               reflects               this.
                   Internally               flawless               diamonds               are               graded               as               'IF'               and               reveal               no               internal               inclusions.

    It               is               acceptable               for               IF               diamonds               to               have               insignificant               surface               blemishes,               which               typically               can               only               been               seen               under               magnification               of               the               jeweler's               loupe.
                   The               next               grade               of               clarity               includes               "Very,               Very               Slightly               Included"               which               means               inclusions               are               very               difficult               to               see               under               magnification.

    These               diamonds               are               rated               as               'VVS1'               or               'VVS2'.
                   Following               this               grade               is               "Very               Slightly               Included"               where               inclusions               are               nearly               impossible               to               see               with               the               naked               eye.

    Considered               middle-of-the-road,               this               grade               of               diamonds               is               typically               less               expensive               than               VVSI               and               VVS2               grade               diamonds.

    Very               Slightly               Included               diamonds               are               rated               as               'VS1'               or               'VS2'.
                   When               diamonds               reveal               inclusions               that               can               easily               be               identified               using               a               jeweler's               loupe,               they               are               classified               as               "Slightly               Included."               Typically,               flaws               cannot               be               seen               with               the               naked               eye.

    These               diamonds               are               graded               as               'SI1'               or               'SI2'.
                   Last,               but               not               least,               is               the               "Imperfect"               grade               which               includes               diamonds               with               inclusions               that               may               or               may               not               be               visible               to               the               naked               eye.

    The               flaws               on               Imperfect               stones               will               have               some               effect               on               the               brilliance               of               the               diamond.

    Imperfect               diamonds               are               graded               as               'I1',               'I2',               or               'I3'.
                   Color               
                   Color               refers               to               the               intensity               or               lack               of               color               in               a               diamond.

    Diamond               colors               are               graded               using               an               alphabetical               scale               of               D               to               Z.
                   Colorless               diamonds               are               graded               as               D,               E,               or               F;               with               D               being               the               most               valuable.
                   Near               colorless               diamonds               are               graded               as               G,               H,               I,               or               J               and               may               have               shades               of               yellow,               grey,               or               brown.
                   Faint               yellow               diamonds               are               graded               as               K,               L,               or               M;               with               K               having               the               lightest               tint.
                   Very               light               yellow               diamonds               are               graded               as               N,               O,               P,               Q               and               R.
                   Light               yellow               diamonds               are               graded               as               S               through               Z.
                   Diamonds               graded               higher               than               Z               enter               into               the               category               of               fancy               color               diamonds,               such               as               seen               with               pink               diamonds.

    A               fancy               color               diamond               is               significantly               more               valuable               than               a               D               colorless               diamond               because               of               its               rarity.
                   Cut               
                   Finally,               cut               refers               to               the               way               a               diamond               is               transformed               from               its               natural,               rough               state               into               a               polished               gem.

    Jewelers               can               shape               a               diamond               into               various               forms               including               the               classic               round-cut               and               highly               sought-after               marquise-cut.
                   The               way               a               diamond               is               cut               will               affect               its               brilliance               and               clarity.

    When               a               diamond               is               well               cut,               it               will               refract               light               internally               and               reflect               it               through               the               top               of               the               stone.

    If               a               diamond               is               not               well               cut,               light               will               reflect               through               the               bottom               or               sides               of               the               stone,               affecting               its               brilliance.
                   Investing               in               Pink               Diamond               Jewelry
                   When               looking               for               pink               diamond               jewelry,               it's               important               to               keep               in               mind               that               pink               diamonds               are               an               investment.

    On               average,               the               value               of               pink               diamonds               increases               between               10               and               15               percent               annually.

    Currently,               the               demand               for               natural               colored               diamonds               is               strong               with               the               market               seeing               price               increases               of               more               than               25               percent.
                   Locating               high-quality               pink               diamonds               will               require               research.

    Many               pink               diamonds               offered               at               local               jewelry               stores               are               actually               stones               treated               with               High               Pressure-High               Temperature               (HPHT)               to               improve               color.
                   At               present,               there               is               no               tool               available               to               identify               treated               stones.

    However,               according               to               Federal               Trade               Commission               guidelines,               jewelers               must               disclose               any               alterations               made               to               the               stone               that               affect               its               price.

    When               shopping               for               pink               diamonds,               always               inquire               if               the               stone               has               been               altered               in               any               way.
                   Another               form               of               pink               diamonds               is               synthetic               or               cultured.

    These               stones               are               grown               in               laboratories               and               enhanced               with               HPHT.

    Cultured               diamonds               are               considered               real               diamonds;               however,               they               come               with               a               considerably               lower               price               tag.

    Only               purchase               cultured               pink               diamonds               that               are               certified               by               an               independent               gemological               laboratory.
                   Real               pink               diamonds               are               worth               the               hunt.

    Not               only               are               they               stunningly               beautiful,               they               are               a               sound               investment               and               can               be               passed               on               from               generation               to               generation.

    Thoroughly               research               diamond               dealers               and               obtain               certification               before               purchasing               any               diamonds;               particularly               those               that               are               pink.






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    A               vapor               cave?

    Its               here!

    I               define               a               vapor               cave               as               a               'sauna               deep               inside               a               mountain'.

    The               largest               natural               hot               springs               pool               in               the               country?

    The               length               of               a               football               field               and               then               some.

    Caverns               and               white               water               rafting?

    What               place               is               this?

    Glenwood               Springs,               Colorado!

    My               first               summer               long               vacation               I               decided               to               take               it               here               in               Glenwood               Springs.

    An               incredible               train               ride               from               Los               Angeles               the               Amtrak               depot               was               right               downtown               and               near               the               grand               Hotel               Colorado               famous               for               being               modeled               after               a               16th               century               Italian               villa.
                   Nestled               in               a               beautiful               mountain               valley,               Glenwood               Springs               sits               in               the               western               region               of               Colorado               and               is               a               major               connection               to               Aspen               (40               minutes               south),               Vail               (45               minutes               east)               and               Grand               Junction               (90               minutes               west).
                   The               Colorado               and               Roaring               Fork               rivers               converge               in               (guess               where)               Glenwood               Springs               making               for               incredible               white               water               rafting!
                   The               Colorado               River               makes               its               way               out               of               spectacular               Glenwood               Canyon               and               roars               right               through               town.

    It's               popular               for               rafting,               but               walking               or               biking               alongside               it               is               also               a               treat.

    And               if               you're               into               untold               beauty,               well-traveled               trails,               seek               out               the               steep               but               worth-it               hike               up               the               Hanging               Lake               trail.

    At               the               top,               you'll               see               how               the               lake               got               its               name.
                   Along               the               Colorado               River,               this               natural               hot               springs               mineral               water               now               called               Yampah               Spa               and               Vapor               Caves,               has               served               residents               and               visitors               for               well               over               a               century.
                   The               hot               springs               and               mineral               caves               in               Glenwood               Springs               was               the               main               reason               for               the               settlement               of               this               resort               town.

    The               cleanliness               and               village-like               feel               of               downtown               is               quaint               and               European               like.
                   The               friendly               open               attitude               of               the               townspeople               to               tourists               still               amazes               me.

    I               even               made               life               long               friends               with               some               locals               and               did               volunteer               work               for               one               of               the               thrift               stores               near               downtown.

    And               also               attended               great               classes               at               the               new               age               and               holistic               health               center               downtown               as               well.
                   Centuries               before               the               hot               springs               were               known               to               outsiders;               they               were               well               known               to               several               Indian               tribes               and               were               fought               over               and               used               for               both               healing               and               sometimes               punishment               by               the               Arapaho,               Utes,               and               Cheyenne               Indians.

    Ute               Indian               tribes               primarily               used               them               for               their               healing               aspects               and               ceremonies.

    But               when               the               vapor               cave               was               taken               from               them               the               Ute               Indians               summarily               put               a               curse               on               it.
                   When               I               went               there               in               the               summer               of               1996               the               Ute               Indians               had               just               lifted               their               curse.

    What               incredible               timing               for               me               as               I'm               part               Indian!
                   Now               called               the               Hot               Springs               Lodge               and               Pool               and               the               Yampah               Spa               and               Vapor               Caves               it               offers               cleansing               vapors               for               both               bathing               and               drinking.

    These               are               the               only               known               natural               vapor               caves               in               North               America               ...others               are               manmade               and               not               even               remotely               comparable.
                   The               hot               springs               source               is               in               the               hillside               behind               the               spa.

    I               walked               across               the               long               expansion               bridge               that               crosses               the               interstate               from               downtown               Glenwood               Springs               with               a               friend.

    We               went               there               and               paid               a               small               fee               in               the               lobby.

    The               host               told               me               and               my               friend               that               special               rules               had               to               be               followed.

    The               women               had               to               wear               bathing               suits               and               if               you               didn't               have               any               they               would               be               supplied.

    But               if               you               are               a               guy               you               can               go               in               sans               any               clothing!

    I               couldn't               believe               what               I               was               hearing.

    Reluctantly               me               and               my               friend               took               the               proffered               swimsuits               into               the               locker               room               and               changed.

    We               were               given               big               towels               too.

    And               locked               our               personal               clothing               and               belongings               away.
                   The               facilities               include               separate               dressing               rooms               and               showers               for               men               and               women,               many               private               massage               rooms               and               a               beautiful               solarium               with               a               skylight               and               fountain.

    Since               my               visit               it               has               been               redecorated               and               is               more               modernized.
                   Hot               spring-fed               vapor               caves               and               spa               salon!

    The               best               of               both               worlds               and               unique               to               Glenwood               Springs               these               springs               are               the               only               known               natural               and               largest               hot               springs               in               America!

    The               hot               springs               water               flows               through               the               vapor               caves               at               a               searing               125               degrees,               creating               steam               vapor               laden               with               minerals               leached               from               the               heart               of               the               mountains.

    Generally               regarded               as               therapeutic,               the               mineral               waters               have               a               very               faint               sulfurous               aroma               which               takes               some               getting               used               to               if               you               have               a               sensitive               nose               like               I               do.

    (So,               a               friendly               warning;               only               visit               if               you               are               NOT               going               out               afterwards               but               straight               home               for               the               evening).
                   When               we               were               dressed               in               our               bathing               suits               and               had               our               towels               (wrapped               around               us)               we               were               led               down               the               long               hall               to               a               closed               door               at               the               end               of               the               hall.

    The               host               opened               the               door               and               you               found               yourself               peering               down               a               long               flight               of               stairs               into               murky               darkness.

    I               could               not               see               the               bottom               yet               we               got               a               hint               of               what               was               to               come               when               a               wave               of               sulphuric               scented               warm               air               wafted               up               to               us.

    I               was               excited               and               could               hardly               wait.

    I               loved               the               idea               of               caves               and               this               was               only               my               second               one.

    A               true               spelunker               this               was               the               moment               I               had               been               contemplating               for               a               long               while.
                   But               first               we               had               to               listen               to               some               last               minute               rules               and               warnings.

    We               are               told               to               not               go               past               the               barriers               to               any               of               the               unauthorized               areas               of               the               cavern.

    They               were               off               limits               and               not               safe.

    We               could               stay               as               long               as               we               wanted               but               to               be               careful               as               the               water               could               be               very               hot.

    We               nodded               and               were               then               left               alone.

    We               began               our               descent               down               the               stairs.

    Both               of               us               were               barefoot               and               walking               down               the               stairs               I               discovered               they               were               stone!

    Warm               and               slightly               moist.

    We               touched               the               walls               and               made               another               startling               discovery.

    The               walls,               ceiling               and               the               stairwell               were               all               the               same               dull               grey               color               and               warm               and               wet.

    And               I               exclaimed,
                   "The               walls               are               sweating               too!"
                   We               both               laughed               already               in               open-mouthed               awe.
                   It               seemed               this               stairwell               might               have               been               carved               out               of               solid               rock!
                   We               continued               down               the               stairs               and               finally               reached               the               bottom.

    We               stopped               and               surveyed               all               in               front               of               us.

    We               were               in               a               huge               room               with               several               corridors               leading               off               in               different               directions               and               going               deeper               into               the               cavern.

    We               began               walking               and               passed               by               something               that               looked               like               a               portable               shower.

    I               made               note               of               its               location               for               future               reference.
                   A               young               man               came               up               and               greeted               us.

    There               were               several               men               there               and               I               think               I               saw               one               or               two               other               women               but               I               was               surprised               it               was               mostly               men               there.

    This               one               guy               asked               us               was               this               our               first               time               visiting               there?

    We               told               him               it               was               and               we               chatted               a               little.

    He               was               a               guest               too               but               had               been               there               before               so               we               plied               him               with               questions.

    Was               it               true               that               the               guys               didn't               have               to               wear               anything?

    He               pointed               to               his               towel               around               his               middle.

    He               said,
                   "Yep.

    I               have               nothing               underneath               here."               I               must               have               turned               10               shades               of               embarrassed!
                   He               continued               giving               us               the               benefit               of               his               experience.
                   "If               you               need               it               the               shower               here               is               great!

    It's               the               closest               one.

    It               can               get               pretty               hot               down               here.

    And               don't               be               ashamed               to               have               to               go               and               cool               off!"
                   He               was               right.

    We               noticed               that               the               deeper               into               the               cavern               we               went               the               hotter               it               seemed               to               get.

    It               wasn't               just               our               imaginations!

    Our               new               friend               began               walking               down               a               corridor               and               we               quietly               followed.

    He               turned               into               a               little               alcove               among               several.

    They               were               so               cute               and               strung               with               greenery               and               flowers               which               might               have               been               real               but               given               the               temperatures               there               were               probably               plastic.

    Each               alcove               was               an               artistic               carving               straight               out               of               rock               with               a               half               crescent               shape               to               some               of               them.

    All               were               this               grey               color               with               little               variation               at               that               time.

    The               alcoves               were               rock               but               the               benches               might               have               been               marble               but               not               sure.

    Some               benches               were               like               the               length               of               loveseats               or               longer.

    Perfect               for               sitting               or               reclining.

    I               liked               the               thought               of               the               more               private               smaller               alcoves.

    Behind               a               few               was               a               pool               of               water               I               thought               were               specifically               for               cooling               off               when               things               got               too               hot.
                   Well,               the               guy               went               into               an               alcove               toward               the               left               and               my               friend               joined               the               one               next               to               him.

    I               took               a               sort               of               personal               smaller               one               toward               the               right.

    It               was               so               cute               with               greenery               and               flowers.
                   And               one               of               those               small               pools               of               water               was               right               behind               it.

    It               was               perfect!
                   I               sat               down,               amazed               at               how               warm               it               was               but               not               uncomfortably               so.

    I               finally               just               put               both               my               feet               up               and               soaked               in               all               that               amazing               rejuvenating               heat               and               steam.
                   I               had               attended               a               sweat               lodge               only               about               10               months               before               and               had               outlasted               nearly               everyone.

    I               didn't               even               take               breaks!
                   So,               I               thought               this               will               be               a               'cake               walk'!
                   But,               as               time               went               on               I               found               myself               constantly               mopping               my               brow               and               patting               my               chest               dry,               thankful               for               the               large               towel               they               gave               us.

    After               several               minutes               my               friend               and               the               guy               left.

    She               passed               me               and               gave               me               a               nod.
                   I               thought,
                   "What?

    They've               quit               already?

    Such               babies!"
                   But,               as               the               minutes               ticked               by,               I               found               it               beginning               to               get               very               stuffy               and               hard               to               breath.

    I               thought               I               needed               a               cool               drink               of               water.

    Why               hadn't               I               brought               a               water               bottle?

    Then               I               remembered!

    Directly               behind               me               was               a               little               scooped               out               pool               of               cool               water.

    Just               the               ticket!
                   I               leaned               back               a               bit,               about               to               stick               my               hand               in               to               scoop               up               some               of               that               enticingly               clear,               cool               water               but               something               told               me               to               stop!

    And               just               stick               in               the               tip               of               my               finger               first.

    I               thought,               why               would               I               do               that?

    It's               obviously               here               to               cool               off               the               guests               but               listened               to               my               'inner               voice'               and               merely               stuck               in               the               tip               of               my               forefinger.
                   Yikes!

    I               quickly               drew               back               my               finger!

    It               was               hot               enough               to               boil               eggs!
                   My               friend               had               not               come               back               yet               so               I               figured               they               were               still               cooling               off.

    Reconsidering               now,               that               wasn't               such               a               bad               idea               as               I               mopped               my               forehead               and               chest               again               literally               sweating               rivulets!

    Was               it               getting               even               more               stifling               and               hot               in               here               or               was               it               just               me?

    How               could               that               be?


                   I               had               survived               an               intense               Sweat               Lodge               in               Belen,               New               Mexico               not               that               long               ago               and               prided               myself               on               holding               out               longer               then               anyone               there!

    Not               even               a               break               (and               at               the               very               end               I               had               this               amazing               vision!

    But               once               it               was               over               and               I               finally               stepped               outside               of               the               huge               teepee               I               dry               heaved               for               3               whole               minutes!

    Not               a               pleasant               experience               but               everyone               was               congratulating               me               on               doing               so               well               on               my               very               first               sweat               lodge.

    It               was               wonderful!
                   Yet,               here               I               was               barely               30               minutes               and               ready               to               (literally)               throw               in               the               towel!

    What               a               baby               I               was!

    I               had               stayed               in               that               sweat               lodge               for               4               hours               plus!
                   Then               my               friend               came               by               alone               and               said               she'd               show               me               where               the               shower               was               as               it               was               free               now.

    Without               a               word               I               quickly               followed               her               out.

    When               I               got               to               the               shower               and               got               under               its               cooling               flows               I               ohhh'd               and               ahhh'd               like               I'd               found               nirvana!
                   Once               I               finished               my               friend               and               I               decided               to               leave.

    She               said               the               guy               had               left.

    We               had               made               plans               to               go               to               a               local               movie               house               in               downtown               Glenwood               Springs               and               would               just               make               the               last               show.

    Yet,               as               we               made               our               way               up               the               stairs               and               down               the               hall               to               our               lockers,               we               made               a               startling               discovery.

    We               both               smelled               of               sulphur!

    It               was               in               our               hair,               skin               and               even               our               breath!

    Yet,               we               decided               to               go               to               the               movie               anyway.
                   That               was               not               a               great               idea               although               no               one               seemed               to               find               us               too               disgusting               (that               we               knew               of)               yet               we               both               felt               very               'unclean'.

    Icky               all               thru               the               movie.
                   So,               my               suggestions               are               (strongly)               to               make               the               vapor               caves               your               last               stop               for               the               evening.

    Then               go               home               and               soak               the               rest               of               the               night               in               bath               salts,               bubble               bath               and               3               hair               washings!
                   The               other               activities               were               great               too.

    My               time               was               my               own.

    I               found               a               trail               that               lead               from               downtown,               over               the               bridge               and               down               the               side               and               past               the               spa               and               vapor               caves               parallel               with               the               interstate               and               leading               out               of               town               to               the               river               and               hiking.

    I               was               alone               and               marveled               at               the               clean               crisp               air               even               though               a               major               interstate               went               through               the               small               resort               town               it               was               wonderfully               pristine!

    You               could               take               deep               breaths               without               doubling               over               and               coughing!
                   By               following               the               directions               of               my               host               I               had               two               choices               for               solitude               and               adventure;               either               go               walk               along               the               river               or               hike               up               the               mountain               and               see               the               'hanging               lake'.
                   I               decided               to               make               the               river               my               first               trip               and               was               amazed               at               its               awesome               beauty               and               incredible               granite               cliffs!
                   And               I               discovered               stepping               stones               nearly               to               the               middle               of               the               river               itself               at               one               particular               point.

    They               were               a               bit               bigger               then               stones               actually.

    More               like               mini               boulders.

    Except               the               largest               and               the               last               one               was               a               boulder               perfectly               sized               for               one               and               almost               in               the               center               of               the               river!

    I               decided               it               was               a               perfect               backdrop               to               meditate.

    Not               many               people               were               nearby.

    Over               the               weeks               that               I               went               and               meditated               I               saw               few               people               and               then               only               from               a               distance.

    The               only               real               intrusions               were               the               rafting               groups.

    Now               they               were               interesting!
                   I'd               be               deep               in               meditation,               nothing               but               the               sound               of               rushing               water               all               around               me,               the               sun               on               my               back.

    But               when               the               rafting               groups               came               it               was               pretty               much               over.

    The               people               would               wave               and               shout               "Hello!"               "Hi!"               And,               of               course,               you               had               to               wave               back.

    You               couldn't               help               but               smile               at               the               fun               and               friendliness               of               the               groups.

    But               also               it               meant               a               second               group               was               not               far               behind.

    And               the               same               thing.

    Waves!

    Shouts!

    Laughter!

    I'd               give               up               and               just               enjoy               the               view               before               heading               back               to               town               or               eat               my               lunch               leisurely.
                   So,               there               was               rarely               anyone               close               enough               to               approach               me               except               for               this               one               lady,               this               one               time.
                   I               was               in               the               middle               of               a               beautiful               meditation               and               heard               this               voice               calling               out.

    I               thought               it               couldn't               possibly               be               for               me.

    And               kept               on               meditating.

    The               voice               got               louder               and               more               insistent!

    Reluctantly               I               opened               my               eyes               and               turned               in               the               direction               of               the               voice.

    It               was               a               lady               on               the               shore               waving               in               my               direction.

    I               looked               around.

    It               had               to               be               me               she               was               waving               to.

    There               was               no               one               else               around.

    I               waved               back.

    She               began               to               walk               towards               me               and               I               noticed               she               was               a               typical               tourist;               camera,               backpack,               shorts,               hat,               shades,               etc.

    I               smiled.

    Oh               well.

    She               looked               friendly               enough               and               wondered               what               in               the               world               she               wanted?

    Was               she               lost?

    Did               she               want               to               chat               about               the               area?
                   When               she               got               closer               she               said               I               made               a               wonderful               picture!

    Was               I               meditating?

    I               admitted               I               was.

    She               said               incredible.
                   Could               she               take               my               picture?

    That               one               I               hadn't               expected.
                   She               hurriedly               added               that               the               backdrop               of               the               granite               cliffs               and               rapid               flowing               river               behind               me               meditating               made               for               a               great               photo               op.

    I               said.

    "Sure".
                   She               took               several               shots               and               then               asked               for               my               mailing               address               with               promises               she               would               mail               me               the               finished               picture.

    I               have               to               admit               I               didn't               think               I'd               ever               hear               from               her               again               but               sure               enough,               several               months               later               I               got               the               picture               (see               below).

    And               she               was               right.

    It               was               incredible               scenery               for               pictures.

    The               beauty               of               the               river               and               the               rocks               was               breathtaking!

    It               was               an               unforgettable               experience               and               I               will               be               forever               grateful               to               that               lady               for               taking               such               a               beautiful,               memorable               picture               and               sharing               it               with               me.
                   Other               days               I               felt               like               hiking               up               the               mountain               and               this               was               always               a               full               days               hike               and               I               would               almost               take               a               lunch               and               start               off               fairly               early               too.

    This               was               a               bit               further               from               the               main               trail               but               the               same               one               that               lead               to               the               river               (to               the               right)               going               to               the               mountains               was               to               the               left               but               also               was               a               walk               over               the               interstate               itself.

    Then               to               the               base               of               the               mountain               and               into               the               cool               shaded               greenery               of               the               canopy               of               evergreens,               trees,               berry               bushes               and               ferns               along               the               well               worn               trail               and               gently               leading               up               the               mountain               herself.

    You               were               now               on               the               mountain,               lush,               green               and               wet.

    With               a               river               keeping               you               company               the               first               half               of               the               trip               along               side               your               right.

    As               the               trail               got               steeper               suddenly               the               river               changed               to               a               minor               stream               and               then               crossed               back               over               the               trail.

    You               had               to               literally               walk               on               stepping               stones               to               cross               it               to               continue               on.

    It               was               wonderful!

    At               certain               times               of               the               year               you               couldn't               cross               it               at               all               I               learned.

    After               crossing               the               little               stream               you               lost               sight               of               it               for               awhile.
                   During               the               entire               hike               you               found               yourself               rarely               alone.

    All               kinds               of               people               (adults,               kids,               grandparents,               dogs)               were               your               trail               mates.

    Laughter,               talking               and               shouts               were               almost               constant.

    I               liked               soaking               in               the               scenery               and               nature               and               took               my               time               and               found               I               was               being               passed               like               a               slow               Ford               Pinto               by               Porsches               and               Corvettes               on               a               highway!

    Some               points               were               so               narrow               you               had               to               step               literally               into               briars               and               berry               bushes,               etc.

    to               allow               them               to               pass.

    That               could               be               very               uncomfortable               and               so               I               didn't               particularly               like               doing               that               but               it               couldn't               be               helped               at               times.

    I'd               either               be               lost               in               thought               or               nature               and               they'd               suddenly               be               right               there               behind               me               wanting               to               pass               me.

    If               I               had               some               advance               warning,               most               of               those               times               I               just               stopped               at               a               good               roomy               point               and               waited               for               them               to               come               and               pass               me               there.

    I               was               far               too               slow               but               it               couldn't               be               helped.

    Chatting               and               laughter               just               seemed               to               spoil               the               whole               experience               of               my               nature               hikes.
                   I               realized               that               if               I               wanted               solitude               I'd               have               to               find               another               trail.

    That               didn't               seem               likely.

    But               one               day               it               happened.
                   I               had               gotten               nearly               to               the               top               and               could               hear               the               increasing               noise               of               a               larger-then-usual               group               of               hikers               coming               up               behind               me               and               gaining               fast.

    You               could               just               tell               it               was               a               pretty               big               group               and               snatches               of               their               jokes,               bantering               and               shouts               wafted               up               ahead               of               them               up               to               where               I               was.

    Up               till               that               moment               I               had               been               pretty               much               alone               most               of               the               way.

    What               to               do?

    I               just               didn't               see               anywhere               on               this               part               of               the               trail               to               allow               such               a               large               group               to               pass.
                   Then               I               saw               it.

    A               slight               opening               to               my               right               into               a               tall               thicket               and               just               big               enough               for               me.

    I               ducked               in               as               the               sound               of               the               hikers               came               ever               closer.

    They               must've               been               jogging!

    I               stepped               back               deeper               into               my               little               hiding               place               and               suddenly               found               myself               standing               in               a               wide               open               clearing.

    It               was               actually               a               huge               stone               ledge!
                   I               marveled               at               the               view               while               the               sounds               of               the               hikers               were               drawing               even               with               me.

    I               turned               and               could               barely               see               snatches               of               color               through               the               thick               bushes               and               yet               they               didn't               detect               me.

    Within               minutes               they               were               gone               and               on               the               way               up               to               the               hanging               lake               with               snippets               of               laughter               and               bantering               trailing               behind               them.

    But               where               was               I?
                   I               took               stock               of               my               location.

    I               was               on               a               ledge               that               was               big               enough               for               maybe               5               people.

    I               saw               the               remains               of               a               camp               fire.

    I               could               imagine               that               someone               had               pitched               a               tent               here.

    What               a               great               place               of               solitude!

    I               then               took               several               steps               to               the               edge               directly               in               front               of               me               and               looked               down.
                   It               was               incredible!

    There               was               at               least               a               400               foot               sheer               rock               face               and               straight               drop               to               tall               pines,               evergreens               and               rocks               below.

    I               was               in               awe!

    But               then               I               stepped               over               to               my               right               spotting               something               intriguing.

    Another               ledge?
                   I               peered               over               and               found               that               this               ledge               was               just               big               enough               for               one               person               to               sit.

    Was               it               strong               enough?

    I               decided               to               step               down               onto               it               and               test               it.
                   Gingerly,               I               first               sat               down.

    Then               carefully               let               myself               down               one               foot               at               a               time.

    Once               my               feet               were               both               firmly               planted               I               stood               up.

    The               view               was               awesome!

    The               ledge               felt               solid               and               firm.

    Being               on               this               ledge               was               tantamount               to               being               suspended               over               open               air!

    With               nothing               between               you               and               certain               death               but               this               one               rocky               ledge.

    I               was               astounded!

    Then               I               heard               another               group               of               hikers.

    From               where               I               was               I               could               easily               and               clearly               hear               them               but               looking               through               the               brush               I               couldn't               detect               snatches               of               color,               clothing               or               anything!

    What               an               incredible               place!
                   From               that               day               on               I               would               visit               my               personal               little               hideaway               and               step               down               onto               that               ledge               and               meditate               on               my               suspended               perch!

    I               never               found               it               occupied.
                   Nothing               ever               really               disturbed               me.

    Except               for               this               one               time...
                   One               particularly               beautiful               day               I               was               on               the               ledge               and               meditating.

    The               bluest               of               skies               and               a               few               puffy               white               clouds               was               pure               joy               to               behold.

    Hardly               any               wind               but               once               in               a               while               a               nice               one               came               through.

    Then               I               heard               it.

    The               strange               cry               of               a               bird!

    It               was               so               startling               and               so               unexpected               I               opened               my               eyes               to               a               most               incredible               sight.

    An               eagle               was               flying               below               me!

    Floating               a               bit               on               the               updrafts               from               the               rocky               floor               of               the               valley               below               it               flapped               it               wings               only               once               in               a               while.

    Then               when               it               caught               a               draft               it               would               float               higher               up               with               huge               wings               extended               catching               the               wind!

    It               was               a               sight               I               never               thought               I'd               see!

    An               unforgettable               moment               when               I               realized               I               was               meditating               above               where               eagles               fly.






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