At Strawberry Hot Springs, Stramboat Spring. Batters in the distance. This was the most cosmopolitan hotspring I've been to - people from Israel India Romania Britain to name a few. I didn't really connect with anybody, the crowd was overwhelming after my morning hiking alone in the Rockies. So I just looked up at the sky and the trees and then I felt more comfortable.
There were a lot of no's, maybe no food. I couldn't take it all in. But the apple was even tastier because potentially forbidden.

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