I have "the towel" in hand... ready, anxious, even, to throw it in. Hear ye, "The last days are at hand!"
No, it's not the Rapture, sinner, nor the second coming. So get off your knees already. It's that I have only two more weekend shifts to go until I become one happy emancipated man. A time to start pouring over maps, googling destinations and chomp at the bit in my mouth because it's almost time to indulge six or eight months of being unhitched from my post. Giddy Up. Ah, Labor Day... my final day... parting will be such sweet sorrow-less-ness. We've stored money enough to fund a winter's worth of RV wanderings with our pittance summer jobs... which puts off breaking into the "nest-egg" one more year; a good thing, just in case we're still around ten years from now, a necessary thing in case we're still around 20 years from now.
Speaking of "The Last Days," what do you imagine a loaf of bread will cost in "todays dollars" when you reach year 2032? Would you believe a hundred dollars? Food inflation will make recent Gold inflation look like child's play according to a watchdog group that keeps it's eye on costs of living.
"Within a decade, a loaf of wheat bread may cost $23 in a grocery store in the United States, and a 32-oz package of sugar might run $62. A 64-oz container of Minute Maid Orange Juice, meanwhile, could set you back $45.71. This is all according to a new report released Friday by the National Inflation Association which warns consumers about the coming wave of food price inflation that's about to strike the... world." http://inflation.us/foodpriceprojections.pdf
We all know that demand drives prices. Guess what? Everybody has to eat... and in case you haven't noticed, the rest of the world is kicking out mouths to feed (and future "consumers" of all goods) at alarming rates. Maybe it's time to start a garden. But I digress... on to more important, less depressing matters, like quitting part time jobs in order to live free for a while :))
No pun intended, the Hot Springs Pool is swamped on summer weekends (my shift). With throngs, (not thongs... we don't allow those) come a multitude of "situations" than need tender loving resolution and/or pacification. I must dance a thin line between "the customer is always right" and safety... meaning "the customer is totally out of line, unreasonable and deaf to any side of the story except their own." It's my job to "motivate" the latter folks to change their behavior without them knowing it, and put a smile on their face. I have no one to pass the "buck" to; I'm the rule enforcer on weekends while the real bosses are away at play. Good thing I minored in Psych :)) I suppose it could be worse, tho, like if I worked at a swimming pool in China. Imagine being a life guard this pool and trying to keep track of children. What gets me is that everyone is smiling, like "this is so much fun, soaking in pee with the the world!" Lordy Mercy... see what I mean about "a lot of mouths to feed?"
Or how about Kung Foo Feces Beach... this is where you go in China when you want to be "alone."
Situations like the above are an epidemic waiting to happen (yuck). Imagine the crowds if Chairman Mao hadn't decreed mandatory sterilization a few decades back. I don't see the fun in swimming in cesspools... especially when you can't swim for the people in your way. If you read my last post you know how I feel about large crowds and big cities. Is this where we are headed?
Blaine Basin is more to my liking. We had it all to ourselves...
|Vast moraines of rock flow from Ms Sneffles north face into Blaine Basin|
Blaine Basin lies on the other side of our local 14'er, Mount Sneffles, and Yankee Boy Basin... just a few miles from Lovely Ouray up Camp Bird road. We attended on what was forecasted to be a threatening day, ignoring weathermen who rely on computer models when they could do better by looking out a window. But, it turns out they were right this time.
Rolls of thunder were our constant companions. Kinda like Old Griz, it reminded me of our ant-like insignificance... that neither Mountian nor Weather cares if we live or die. I didn't want to test the god's moodiness... play the role of "key" on a kite string... and thus didn't push much above timberline... only far enough to catch a glimpse of Ms Sneffle's dark side, a class 4, and breath a little freshly ionized air.
|Grass and pond on the way to Mount Sneffels (center peak) and Blain Basin|
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