Tuesday, July 28, 2015
Monday, July 27, 2015
Sunday, July 26, 2015
Friday, July 24, 2015
Thursday, July 23, 2015
Well, it was a great hike, ten hikers in all, but the wildflowers were a bust... just in the early stages of bloom, if at all. I'm bummed because flowers are more than half the draw as far as I'm concerned. But the fellowship more than made up for that, and Ice Lake was in full glory…
Wednesday, July 22, 2015
So this is where the Gang is spending today, Ice Lake Basin. I've never seen a lake so deeply turquoise-blue as Ice Lake. Once you see it the bar is raised and the rest are ho-hum. Ice Lake is a visual/emotional paradox, affect and effect, stir and calm, imprint and erase. For better or worse, it is the measure by which all other bodies of water will be compared. Ice Lake, however, is not pictured in this teaser post. Some things should remain under wraps—chaste, until appropriately consummated.
Tuesday, July 21, 2015
Debbie, Suzanne, Jim, Gayle, Bobbie, and Your's Truly descended en masse for a little post-hike/bike/swim beverage and sustenance at the Ouray Brewery. Jim whined about the vertiginousness of Oak Creek Trail and lack of oxygen, while Suzanne and Your's Truly arm-wrestled for the "check" (regretfully, the incorrigible Winnie Wanderer remains undefeated in that department). And, as if that wasn't enough (ahem) intercourse, another get-together was had at the BCB Mine Shack a few hours later… a welcome party for other late arriving RV contingents, Chris and Mindy (Jeepers from Illinois), and another Chris, a Lazy Dazer who we had yet to meet, and Wildflower regular John Q. and wife Joalenn.
Saturday, July 18, 2015
Friday, July 17, 2015
Local friends, Carla and Kathleen, invited us to a summer celebration at The Secret Garden, a fine dining catering service here in Lovely Ouray. The Secret Garden blends impeccable landscaping with delectable food offerings and makes for a truly magnificent dinning experience. In a day and age of instant meals and fast food, they are a breath of fresh air. Food preparation is an art form. It takes more than a culinary school diploma to do what they do; it's about creativity and instinct.
Thursday, July 16, 2015
Busted. Monsoon season feels different this year. Normally, we have clear skies in the mornings and clouds build shortly after noon, with thunderstorms erupting by 2 PM. Most of those storms pass quickly; you can wait them out under a rock and then continue hiking. But this year things have changed, the "weather" is getting an early start. Take a couple days ago...
Tuesday, July 14, 2015
Son Caleb was born, raised, and educated here in Southwest Colorado. But he's been around since graduating from Fort Lewis College in Durango, mostly Texas, from San Antonio to Austin to Dallas. After a few years in Albuquerque, New Mexico, he came "home" after finding gainful employment in Denver. He's just as far away in Denver as he was in Albuquerque, but somehow it feels closer.
Sunday, July 12, 2015
Thursday, July 9, 2015
You might want to check Wandrin Lloyd's blog. His daughter, Vanita, let all of Lloyd's followers and friends know that he moved on yesterday. I can't really explain why, but this song is what came to mind while pondering the oppositional news of Lloyd's death, and the wonderful life he led. I think the Wandrin Man would approve...
Wednesday, July 8, 2015
There they are, svelte Gayle and the always dapper Jim (aka, "Peterman"), gracing Main Street, Ouray… felicitously backdropped by the grand, meticulously restored Beaumont Hotel, not to mention, the local police. Now you know why I always feel underdressed in Jim's presence, and overweight in Gayle's…
Saturday, July 4, 2015
"How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives." Annie Dillard
Peering into the bowl from an adjoining ridge, I found it near unfathomable that 400 hard-rock residents once called this unforgiving place "home." Over time, the crushing weight of winter snows and volatile avalanches have taken a destructive toll on all but a couple of buildings. Gravity, like rust and scheming women, never sleeps.