Slipping from winter into summer in Lovely Ouray is like slipping from your starched Sunday best into a ratty old pair of "sweats. It is our season of comfort, a time to pack away itchy wool and sticky Gore-Tex till October, and embrace the soft caress of loose-fit cotton. In most places, "Spring" means planting flowers and seeding gardens in a pair of shorts. Spring around here means 8 more weeks of winter.
Saturday, April 8, 2017
"I cannot cause light...the most I can do is try to put myself in the path of its beam." Annie Dillard
Monday, April 3, 2017
Sunday, April 2, 2017
This is my surreal front yard on a good day, which, unfortunately, today is not. So I hunker down in Western Utah's Camp Fairytale whilst a gale wind shudders Goldie's aluminum skin and rattles her Imax "sliders," now mucked by a recipe of one part spits of rain, two parts atomized red dirt.
Sunday, March 26, 2017
Friday, March 24, 2017
This update comes to you from a low bandwidth boondock camp on the westward side of Utah's Abajo Mountains, 7500 feet above sea level, deep in a forest of aromatic ponderosa. Finally, we outrun the stubborn dome of high pressure and resulting record-setting heat, and are able to go about our walks, hikes, and bike rides in coolness of body, mind, and spirit. #heatsucks!
Wednesday, March 8, 2017
Monday, February 27, 2017
Thursday, February 23, 2017
Thank God for people like C. B. Brown, a forward-looking citizen who, in 1929, happened to be Chairman of Pima County's "Parks and Rec." Ya see, it pays to do something magnanimous... something that lasts longer than than your measly lifespan. It's called "leaving a legacy," and future generations will continue to mention your name long after you've kicked the bucket-list goodbye. If you're lucky, you might even get a mountain named after you (Brown Mountain), and a mention in some insignificant blog post whose editor appreciates your foresight.
Friday, February 17, 2017
Thursday, January 26, 2017
Eyeing our Vulture Peak objective from afar, I didn't have a single specific recollection of climbing it. But my Bobbie App says we did, and she's seldom wrong about such things. It's highly unusual for me to forget a "checkmark" on a summit during our Peak-Bagging youth. However, as my dear ol' Daddy used to say, when there comes a marital difference of opinion, always defer to beauty :).
Sunday, January 22, 2017
Tuesday, January 17, 2017
We moved south a couple hundred miles from Boulder City (the forecast made us do it). I write this from a boondock in the hill-dale shadows of Vulture Peak, a summit we climbed (there is disagreement here so I'll just say) some time around Y2K.
Monday, January 16, 2017
Friday, January 13, 2017
I was watching the BCS Championship game the night before departing Lovely Ouray. As time ran out, I could have swore I heard Bear Bryant groan from his grave. Indeed, Clemson—down 14—came from behind, scored a touchdown with one second left on the clock, and beat almighty Alabama 35 to 31. Crimson Tide fans wept.
Monday, January 2, 2017
Bobbie and I had a New Year Eve eve snow-romp up to Commodore Basin with son, Caleb, and dottor-n-law, Kelli. Lordy, it was such a beautiful, warm day... so nice, in fact, that if all of winter was "such," I could almost winter here :).