It's hard to believe I've been in Kamp Klondike 36 days. But then again, why leave?
Bobbie commutes back and forth from home in Lovely Ouray, which, as far as I'm concerned, is not so lovely during what always feels like a protracted "mud season." Spring in The Crevice is a reluctant SOB... a recalcitrant child that is content to dawdle in mucky puddles of melted snow when I'm beyond ready to lie down in green pastures wearing flip-flops and shorts.
Don't get me wrong, it can be less than perfect here in Kamp Klondike. I have wind instead of mud to deal with, but it's 20 some degrees warmer and it suits my wardrobe most of the time, as well as my new preference for getting around... on a Fat Tired Mountain Bike. It is a convenient compromise.
A couple of weeks ago Bobbie and I hiked to the nearby "loaves and Bobbleheads" in West Arches, from which my current camp is a mere stone's throw. Ok, maybe if you're "Nolan Ryan."
I'm still trying to figure out why Post Photos are less sharp. Apple continues to follow the money and focus on their stupid iPhone, slowly moving away from all the "artistic" apps that drew me, and I suspect most other customers, to them in the first place. I mean, why else would one pay double for a laptop? So now iPhoto has been replaced with something less friendly and the new app doesn't seem to "jive" with Blogger as well as the old one did. If you want to see the crisp version of BCB's photos, double click on any photo and it will open Blogger's album viewer. It, for some reason only known to Geeks and Bobbleheads, works just fine.
|This one's for Gayle, "Trust your shoes."|
|What's next, "No Peeing?"|