My initial "I can't" turned into "Maybe," which later twisted into "Why not?"
A short time later, I walked up a dirt driveway past flags welcoming Gangteng Rinpoche, the center's spiritual head, to this country from Bhutan. Maroon-robed monks greeted me at the top of the drive, and then students on retreat at the center filed out of the temple for dinner. When they went back inside, I piled my shoes next to theirs. The evening became dizzying even before masked men in elaborate costumes started their fantastic, spinning dances.
Traveling to Crestone for a cover story on plans to seek natural gas under the nearby Baca National Wildlife Refuge, I imagined the standard elements of an energy company's collision with a "last best place": pristine public lands, captivating mountains, a crowd of people shouting, "Not in my backyard!"
What I didn't imagine was finding yet more in this state to make the idea of another gas field just sound ... tragic and dull.
The people standing on the medians on Powers Blvd are insane.
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