At age 77 I made the best coffee of my life

At space 405, North Pines Campground

Yosemite.

3:30 p.m.

August 22,

Waiting for a crack of thunder

In the Valley

While savoring Peet’s Major Dickinson Blend

Brewed from Jetboil water

With a slow, cool and clean breeze

And the low roar of the Merced River

Still mighty this late in the year.

Now I’ve had coffee all over the world

At grim times and in moments of joy–

But with only so many coffees remaining,

This one has a taste I won’t forget.

(photo taken from my camp site chair.)

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