Fruit Cocktail Anyone?

Fire Danger Today = 0.  Greetings from the cool, moist, and wet-pine scented version of Lovely Ouray, a little Swiss hamlet in southwest Colorado cupped in a snowcapped mountain crevice. National Forest, fresh air, hot springs, and lots and lots of fresh water await your presence.


We are told by weather guessers that the monsoon season started early this year, as in two months early. So far I'd have to say I believe them. 

Otherwise, please take notice of a couple of new additions to the BCB's Blog Links sidebar. I'll be refreshing the sidebar with worthy sites as I find more, bloggers with panache—a little something different for readers to emulate or maybe just appreciate.  So pay attention. 

"Why?" you ask.
As a poor lost soul with a whacko "life-compass," I often default to the Blogosphere for inspiration/ideas about how best to go about spending the precious few grains of sand left in my "hourglass."  Is it just me, or are Rv blogs becoming more and more like canned fruit cocktail? I have a spare patch of fertile soil on the sidebar, so why not throw out a few seeds and see what comes up? Sometimes new directions begin with exposure to possibilities… by simply reading about people who "toddle to the beat of a different drum." 

I allude to this subject from time to time, how I have grown weary of the proliferation of what is, for the most part, indistinguishable Rv blogs—including my own. The the Rv blog pipeline seems to be clogging up with the sediment of repetition—S. O. S. reruns of silver haired lemmings beating rutted paths to the same places. It's hard to spin new headlines from yesterday's hotspots, especially when they've been covered ad infinitum by so many bloggers. It begs the question; Has the Rv Blogosphere run out of new material? I realize that, as individuals, we can never "see it all." But collectively, in the blogosphere, I think we're getting close.  

It's a slippery slope, to make this point without bashing the dreams and aspirations of people who've been standing in line awaiting their turn, or pissing off a fellow blogger who, like me, continues to take people along for the ride. Some days I just wake up and ask myself, "Why am I doing this? Hasn't this (throw a dart at a map) been covered?" 

In that regard, please accept my apologies for the rerun role the BCB replays. It seems our Travel Expense Account lacks adequate funding to run off in search of far flung new destinations. 

In the meantime I stroll Lovely Ouray, admiring her treasures and funk—waiting for snow to melt above timberline, wildflowers to pop and blossom, and winters ice to melt from sky blue lakes.