On my neighborhood list, Tony asked, "Did any of you ever have a moment of complete bliss, where all was calm and beautiful. Me neither." Tony doesn't have much use for question marks. So a bunch of us were listing blissful moments. For some reason several people experienced theirs on or near railroads in the Alps.
I think the closest I have gotten was in Breckenridge, CO, one February. I have a brother-in-law who lives in Denver and the whole family loves to ski. Me, not so much. It doesn't help that we always cram a couple dozen Stavishes in a 2-bedroom condo for a long weekend each time we go. When I twisted my knee on the first day out, I turned in my skis and had them drop me off at the library the next morning. I spent the next six hours reading A Gentle Madness by Nicholas Basbanes while listening to the librarian scold patrons for using the computer to read email, which was expressly (and shrilly) forbidden.
