So although my location is a thousand miles from where I was living for the last ten years, some things are constant. The prominence of the twin peaks of Longs Peak, the steep cline of the easternmost Rockies, the vast sedimentary plains mirror the prominence of the twin peaks of Cone Peak, the steep cline of the westernmost Santa Lucia mountains, the vast oceanic plain of the Pacific. I have gone from one bookened of mountains to the other, in a sage rainbow. Big Sur to the Front Range. The local tribe that lived here were the Arapahoe, though I’m reading that sometime in the not too distant past they were pushed west by either white settlers or another tribe. They were a warlike tribe, it seems. And I am unsurprised that they too have a flood myth involving thunderbird and a water monster. Tsowem and Neniisotoyu’u.