The Ranch Rev 2
It’s the beginning of my second visit to the Ranch, and the world is outside the fence where it should be. Telephone reception is spotty at best, and the computers are slow in the computer lounge. Some people have telephones in their “suites” but I am happy to live without all of those electronic links to the outside for a week. I do use the alarm clock, however, or I’d probably never get up. The rooms are so cozy and the bedding so deep and warm and soft, I sleep like a baby, and dream wildly in color every night. Every night. It’s still dark and the heater is cycling on and off. Do I get up for the hike or go back to sleep. It’s colder than shit Christmas Eve. My little casita has heavy curtains, drawn tightly closed against the night. I get up and pull on my long underwear, thick wool socks and hiking boots. Where are my bloody gloves and hat? I wash my face, or rather splash it with cold water, grab some chap stick and my heavy jacket and head out the door. I