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Unfulfilled journeys will all too soon lay at tired feet. If not now, when ?

Header Photo: Camp Vulture: Where weather fits Wardrobe...

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

This Is My Brain On Drugs

We moved south a couple hundred miles from Boulder City (the forecast made us do it). I write this from a boondock in the hill-dale shadows of Vulture Peak, a summit we climbed (there is disagreement here so I'll just say) some time around Y2K.

Monday, January 16, 2017

Through The Looking Glass

We had a couple more hikes around Boulder City... in between blasts of wind and spurts of rain. 

Friday, January 13, 2017


I was watching the BCS Championship game the night before departing Lovely Ouray. As time ran out, I could have swore I heard Bear Bryant groan from his grave. Indeed, Clemson—down 14—came from behind, scored a touchdown with one second left on the clock, and beat almighty Alabama 35 to 31. Crimson Tide fans wept.

Monday, January 2, 2017

Forget "Resolutions!" Instead Make a "Plan," and Make it Happen

Bobbie and I had a New Year Eve eve snow-romp up to Commodore  Basin with son, Caleb, and dottor-n-law, Kelli. Lordy, it was such a beautiful, warm day... so nice, in fact, that if all of winter was "such," I could almost winter here :).

Saturday, December 31, 2016

On Chronic Remorse For Repeat Offenders.... Absolution verses Penance

“It is the confession, not the priest, that gives absolution...”
"The Picture of Dorian Gray," Oscar Wilde

Saturday, December 24, 2016

Twas The Grump Before Christmas

Twas the Grump before Christmas and throughout Lovely Ouray
He was stirring moodily about in the middle of the day
Twas icy and windy... a big storm rolling in
As a last minute shopper he's weary and grim

Tuesday, December 20, 2016

Walking In A Winter Wonderland

When NOAA says it's ten below zero in Lovely Ouray, and The Weather Channel says it's 10 above, whom does one believe? Either way, we had a sky clear as a crystal glass bell. The temperatures were low enough to warrant consideration of long underwear and snow-pants. I decided to compromise and wore long underwear under shorts. A Mountain Man would rather freeze his "chestnuts" blue than abdicate pride.