Saturday, August 16, 2014
In the midst of a long, long Montana valley, South of Pray, north of Emigrant, off an obscure but paved county backroad numbered "540"—East River Road to "locals"—is a modest white gravel lane signed "Old Chico." It heads east, straight as a shot arrow, where, in a dusty mile or so, it lands you on the doorstep of Chico Hot Springs, a collection of sundry old west edifices that house, feeds, bathes, waters, and magically soaks away nervous tensions that plague the huddled working masses of our cutthroat every-man-for-himself society. Some say it's the "mineral water," others, the Jack Daniels.
Thursday, August 14, 2014
That porpoise flashing you a Blue Moon is "Marathon Man" Leonard, diving into freezing water that only a few weeks ago was a block of ice. Leon prefers skinny dipping, but there were ladies present and he is, after all, an Austin, Texan gentleman.
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
The girl has ridden the same mountain bike for fifteen years! And it's not like she doesn't love to ride a lot. Her old Trek was worn out a long, long time ago, but my dear fugal wife has t-shirts older than that bike, and she still wears them…stains and all. Gotta love that non-shopper gene in a woman.
Sunday, August 10, 2014
It was the first week in August but hotter than the fourth of July. Two guys headed off to LA from New York City—Joe in his brand new fully loaded, fuel injected Lexus, and John in his '64 Dodge Dart "slant-six" with three on the column. It had an AM radio, but no AC. Ultimately, both Joe and John got to LA...
Thursday, August 7, 2014
Wow, from a distance this handsome duo could pass for a couple in their mid-60's :). Take a peek over my right shoulder; that's Lovely Ouray, cradled in the bosom of our volcanic and vertiginous San Juan Mountains. Every morning we sip coffee and gaze out our south facing Imax Window, watching the first rays of sun glint off Mount Abram's pyramidal summit. At nearly 13,000 feet, Abram's charms are irresistible, like Delilaha—the man-eating seductress. But it's the least I can do—oblige a seductress.
Saturday, August 2, 2014
Ignoring the forecast, we piled into Petroleous Rex for one final hike with John and Joalenn Q.. Sue Bee could have made Yankee Boy Basin, but in case of downpours and lightening I thought Pet Rex, with its high ground clearance and low range four wheel drive, would give us some dryer options for wildflower and wild-country viewing, not to mention test Joalenn's tolerance for vertical drop-off jeep trails :)
Thursday, July 31, 2014
Well what fun, summer get-togethers with both new and "annual" RV friends. This year Lovely Ouray "regular" John Q. brought his recently retired better half, Joalenn, along for his annual Colorado hiking pilgrimage. We had a blast getting to know her on trails and through chit chats over lunch and dinner. And now, salt-of-the-earth farmers from Illinois, Chris and Mindy, are camped at the 4J RV park…their vacation home base for Jeep tours that would scare the bejesus out of most flat-landers. We all joined up for pizza and beer last night at Mine Shack II, now our only house as we closed on the sale of Mine Shack I at 4:00 pm Monday. It's a step toward simplifying our lives, I think, maybe… hopefully… oh who knows.