The Aftermath of a Bangin’ Storm

Rambling, gamboling, wandering to and fro, yon adventurers go forth. Let your nose lead you away from the stench of cities and to the sweet mountain meadows. Away from the humid, stagnant air to the cool, refreshing breeze of snowmelt waters rejuvenating the hills and dales below. Bonus points if you can guess what poem inspired that semi-coherent writing (read: awful? Depends on your stance and how picky you are). Last week, a raging thunderstorm swept through southern Colorado. I…