I can see it now, the little known hideaway on the Rio Grande River, where I am removed from all things impure. This spot, protected by century old Ponderosa pine trees, is a place I often go while in Colorado to be by myself and contemplate the world. There is not a distinctive trail to get there. I have to walk or ride my bike along train tracks that once were heavily travelled to and from Creede, Colorado, either delivering or picking up miners and the silver that they had unearthed. The tracks are now overgrown with weeds and wildflowers and are missing stakes and ties.
Sitting on the bank of the river, I am surrounded by the peace and serenity of nature. The boulders that were once a piece of the majestic surrounding mountains are now river borders with a veneer of green moss. The precious petite chipmunks come scurrying out of their nests looking for food and running after each other as if they were playing tag. Occasionally, deer will saunter out from the surrounding woods into the spot. They appear not to be bothered by my presence, adding more to the feeling of peace already surrounding me. Once in a while, a black bear will lumber into the clearing on the other side of the river in search of food to fill his growling stomach.
In the distance, the call of an elk rumbles like thunder through the mountains. The river rushes by with a steady roar like that of a gentle giant. Rafters go by noisily chatting to each other as the fishermen cast them looks of disdain. Beautiful rainbow trout jump up from beneath the surface and land back in the river with a splash. This all adds to the silence that lingers around me. It’s the peaceful silence that does not come with the normal hustle and bustle of everyday life. It is a silence to get lost in.
Alone and at peace here in my spot by the river, I am surrounded by the omnipresent aroma of pine. It is a spicy and sweet fragrance that lies easy on the nose. The sweet smell of the Indian Blanket wildflowers is carried over by the wind. As the clouds begin to gather overhead a new smell enters the area: the smell of fresh rain. A scent almost impossible to describe, that is has be experienced. All of these combine to provide a sense of peace and relaxation.
Looking to the western skies I see the setting sun. It casts shades of yellow and orange through the clouds like rays of light from Heaven. It’s time to head back to the cabin and leave to silence and enter the noise of everyday life. Although if feels as if I’ve only spent two seconds here, I know it has been much longer than that and I have two more weeks to have an opportunity to spend quiet, alone time here. This is a place that is peace.
