"We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us." C. Bukowski
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Tuesday, June 28, 2016
Bobbie suggested some south-facing hikes, the idea being snow would be "manageable." She was coming off a 3 day work week, raring to go, while I was coming off a 2 hour tango with Camp Bird Road, in need of a masseuse... preferably young and strong and female.
Sunday, June 26, 2016
Another week, another bike ride with Marathon Man Lenard. His days in Colorado are winding down, so we are trying to squeeze in as many trips as time allows. Gonna miss that mangy skinny-assed raw piece of leather Texan, even if he does kick my butt every damn time.
Thursday, June 23, 2016
I wanted our 30th anniversary hike to be memorable... something Bobbie could neither forget nor forgive.
Wednesday, June 22, 2016
The Troll Under the Bridge... A Hike around Lovely Ouray's newly extended Perimeter Trail, then a Pastel Painting update
Ouray's Perimeter Trail was recently extended, complete with a new bridge over Oak Creek and a resident troll living underneath.
Sunday, June 19, 2016
Saturday, June 18, 2016
Friday, June 10, 2016
Wednesday, June 8, 2016
The view of Pleasant Valley and Mount Sneffels from Pastelist Barb's studio window is both inspiring and breathtaking.
Sunday, June 5, 2016
Thursday, June 2, 2016
This morning I thumbed through some "selected locales" on my iPhone's weather app, places we frequent or have an interest in. I was a little shocked by the forecasted highs when I landed on "Phoenix:" Friday: 115—Saturday, 118—Sunday, 117—Monday, 113. And it's only the second day in June. I can't imagine working or playing outside when it's that hot, yet a good percentage of retirees live there year round. Why?
Wednesday, June 1, 2016
Wouldn't you know, the morning after biking to Yankee Boy Basin, son Caleb and future dotter-in-law Kelli show up and want to go on an adventure-hike. I woke up feeling like I'd been hit-and-runover by an 18 wheeler, but, of course, replied, "Sure, why not." I popped a Tramadol, did a quick update of my Last Will and Testament, and, not that it we could trust it, checked the forecast. It's uncanny. Just when a guy could use a little bad weather, it's nowhere to be found. No excuses, we set off, me bringing up the rear.