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Wednesday More work. Steam train. $100,000 problem resurfaced. It just won’t go
away. Something the prior auditors didn’t get right. $50,000 problem
surfaced. Different issue. Same source. Had a weather front roar through. It happened while I was at work, so I
didn’t see much of it, but Judy did. Impressive wind. It turned the sky
dark. It snapped a cottonwood tree in two at the park. It knocked down
some stockade fence. It flipped a glider and broke it at the glider port
across the street.

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Tuesday Today they found a different room for me to work in. Judy took her work
back to the motorhome and worked all day there. The $100,000 problem
resurfaced. I’ll have to find another place to put it. I think it will
have to go to the income statement. Watched the steam train go by again. Racquetball therapy. Judy fixed me up with a court at the new rec center in
Durango. Very nice courts. Got to go hit for half an hour. Then I got
lucky. A guy showed up to play before his partner did and agreed to let me
warm him up. Young guy, twenty-five or so, with a smooth relaxed swing. We
played a few points. His buddy showed up and I thanked him and turned to
leave, and he objected: “He can wait. Let’s finish this game.” Oh cool!
It took awhile. I got to play him for another fifteen minutes. Good pace.
It was great fun. And I can guarantee he was fully warm for his opponent by
the time I left him.

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Halfway between South Fork and Creede, anlong the Rio Grande, there is a
campground sandwitched between the river and the railroad. The narrow gauge
is not currently active, but it is still pretty cool having the tracks go
right through the campground. It is easy to imagine the sights and sounds
of the turn of the century steam locomotive chugging through.