Day 2 of the Mile High Music Festival

Sunday morning hit me like a ton of bricks. I'd been out for the first day of Mile High, leaving sometime around 1:30 am for the drive home, and only slept about 6 hours before I was out of bed again. In some ways, being able to sleep at home was a bonus. I got to shower, for example. But leaving the scene of the crime takes the fight out of a person, makes them soft. To beat the elements, be they natural or of man's design, one must enter a Zen-like state of self-preservation. Stamina and persistence are