"Hands", as the spotted Appaloosa horse is named, is in love with Jeffrey. The feeling is mutual. We stayed with both of them in an RV park Jeffrey owns and manages single handedly in Bridgeport, CA. He is amazing. With a work ethic that beats most, he is at his job from dawn to dusk. The park shows his effort.
Hands (and Jeffrey) are older gentlemen and this is their summer endeavor at the edge of a reservoir that is barely hanging on. The once marina and RV park now exist above a pasture lying between them and the water in the distance. It is a grand view toward the west and the Sierra Nevada mountains and I don't care about the distance to the water.
Jeffrey told me to watch for the stars. Here with no lights to interfere, the stars on a clear, cool night are strewn across the sky like a pouch of diamonds thrown onto a black velvet covered counter. Awesome is the only word to describe the wonder of them.
This is a serene place to reconnect with your soul or whatever inner essence you dare to hold dear. Here you can reconnect with it in the evening silence that surrounds you. Watching the sun set over the mountains, I am keenly aware of the majesty of the earth. It overwhelms the infinitesimal existence of mankind. Is there not something in that to be grateful for?
I look forward to a return to this place as a reminder of what is truly important in life. A place to connect with what and whom one holds dear.
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