Patrick took a week off to go Elk hunting in Colorado with his Dad, brothers, uncles, and cousins - and from all accounts he had an amazing time. Of course, I was going to go on a Buddhist retreat, but the Zen monasteries close by looked like they drank a little too much Kool-Aid. Instead, I just meditated a lot - otherwise, I would have completely cataloged our books with the Dewey decimal system.Regardless, the temperatures were unseasonably warm (are you listening, Al?) - so the hunting was really bad for this time of year. Only one guy in the group got an Elk, when normally almost everyone does - but it was still a good time. The other good part about it being warmer than usually is that Patrick figured out the holes in his warm clothing armor.
