The Reel Bear Creek Highlights, or... Gone With The Wind

I put together a little six minute highlight video of hiking Bear Creek for your Memorial Weekend enjoyment... in case you are trapped indoors by rain, or forty MPH winds like we're having here in the Crevice. God... is there anything more torturous than gale force winds? It's Natures equivalent to water-boarding; I've told Her everything I know and She relents not. 

Efficacy Of A Fulltime Lifestyle... Deconstructing My RV Dream

Sometimes a blogger has to bite his tongue. Other times he must nearly chew it in two and swallow his own foul tasting blood in order to avoid the escalation of absurd "rhetoric." And every once in a while, his thin, age spotted skin gets the best of him and it goes something like this.

A Climb To Chief Ouray's Namesake Mine

View through the long shattered Bunkhouse windows at Chief Ouray Mine

There was considerable disagreement as to when I last trudged up to Chief Ouray Mine... a "his" versus "hers" difference of opinion, which is just another way of saying, "lose--lose, dude; drop it." But of course I didn't drop it because I knew I was right... this time, I'm right. Suffice it to say that it was sometime between last year (not) and a decade ago (bet your paycheck), depending on who you ask.

Reflections On A Communal RV Caravan Of Boondockers

Flowers on Church Door, Lovely Ouray, Colorado... home (base) sweet home (base).

On behalf of Randy and Boonie, advocates of an RV Mobile Community Inc (MCI---my name, not theirs), I would like to express appreciation to all of you who took the time and effort to participate in this discussion. As some so kindly pointed out, this RV version of a Community "wheel" was invented long ago, shortly after we shed gills in favor of lungs and fins morphed into legs...

Cocooned

I will be the first to admit that unofficial polls often go lacking in the science department. But Pal Boonie asked me to respond to his exploratory RV Caravan idea through the lens of my Box Canyon binoculars. In order to do comply with his request, I "need input," as SAINT, the cute little robot from the movie Short Circuit would say. "Need input!"

Remembering Mom... A Mother's Day Tribute

I’m staring at a priceless and befitting photograph for a Mother’s Day tribute... gleaned from eight millimeter home movie frames shot by my Spielberg dad, Everett. Mom’s beautiful face and smile fills the lens of Dad’s wind-up Bell and Howell camera, a snapshot slice of Hilda Mable Johnson parading against the backdrop of a ’55 Chevy… both destined to be “classics.”

Visions of Sugar Plums and Treading Water In Lovely Ouray

We have been taking advantage of a mild spring by trying to finish up landscaping tasks around Mine Shack II, the ones that got shucked last summer in favor of scampering about mountains and wildflowers... and, of course, working. It cripples nowadays, landscaping. I sure do miss that disc in my lower back.