Brokebutt Mountain

I broke my butt. I wish I could say I was being chased by a mountain lion or some other cool dangerous enterprise. Butt, I was overserved some campfire whiskey during the snowfall fire-pit activities the night previous (see Magical Mountain post) and fell backwards from the top step of my camper right onto my butt. I’m pretty sure I have a fracture in my butt (coccyx). At least according to the internet. And according to the internet, there is nothing to do but take ibuprofen, rest, and move gently. I can’t hike anything requiring large steps up or down, jeep ride, horseback ride, drive on a bumpy road, or sit too long. Basically all the things I came out here for. It’s putting a real damper on my activity options. Orvis Hot Springs (a clothing optional hot springs in Ridgway) provided much needed mineral soaks and floating. Butt, it’s made me aware of how much I seek activity. I want to be doing something. FOMO kicks in. And, to be honest, I have this sense of time running out. The clock is ticking. I will die soon, I will die soon, I will die soon...this seems to chant inside my belly like an internal stopwatch. Sometimes I feel this desperate sense of racing to get as much in as I can and not waste a single minute. Butt, living every day like it’s your last is exhausting. Boredom makes our minds wander and daydream - excellent brewing ground for creativity. And then there is stillness. Breathing. As playwright Deborah Zoe Laufer would say, Be Here Now. I’m trying. Butt, it’s hard.

A follow up haiku:

New friends, fire, whiskey

World wobbly, legs all jello

Big butt hits ground, I see stars