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Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Paradise Lost To Fat Wallets and ATVs

This week Bobbie and I received an invitation for "pie and coffee" from long time BCB readers Rocky, Al, and Doug. Actually, Rocky's the pup and can't read yet, but he seems to enjoy sniffing my photos :)  Sitting on a sun-dappled deck in front of the slightly askew Seldom Innwe whiled away a delightful Sunday afternoon, tête-à-tête over Al's mouthwatering, homemade apple pie.

Sunday, September 27, 2015

I'm Back…

I had my six-week post-op evaluation in Montrose on Thursday. Doc Sharp shoved a long, gloved finger into the upper reaches of my inner sanctum and asked me to turn my head and cough a couple of times. "Feels appropriate," he says. "Appropriate?" I say. "Well, in Med School we're taught never to say 'It feels good' when poking around erogenous zones." 😘

Friday, September 25, 2015

On Legacies and Hoity-Toities

Just when I thought I had spammed the BCB's gracious, long suffering audience with the last of too-many-photos from Aspen/Crested Butte, Suzanne's "Après" post reminded me that I overlooked a batch taken at the John Denver Sanctuary. Buck up, Mates… Red Rock is in your near future, as soon as I undo one last buckle on the ole medical "straightjacket." Less than 2 weeks till we spring Goldie from the impound and point her smile west into the most scenically diverse, alcohol averse state in the USA, Utahemphasis on the Ahhhhh

Sunday, September 20, 2015

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Saturday, September 12, 2015

Take To The Trails

May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the cloudsEdward Abbey

Sunday, September 6, 2015

The Red Hat Society

We got word that hiking pal Suzanne was in Durango and taking the early train to Silverton (there is no midnight train to Silverton). So we weighed the pros and cons of driving twenty six miles in order to let someone buy our lunch and beer… and showed up. How gracious are we?

Thursday, September 3, 2015

Idling Along

It's like the Wizard of Oz in reverse, as if plucked from the canyon bosom of Lovely Oz by some twister and thrust on to the tedious, featureless plains of Kansas. Behold, our vertiginous mountain surround lies hidden behind a dreary pall of clouds that hover just above city limits.