"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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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.
It was a National Championship game for the ages, save the Boston College/Miami game in '84, when a little 5 foot 9 inch Quarterback by the name of Doug Flutie threw a "Hail Mary" pass into a stiff wind as time expired on the clock and snatched victory from the jaws of defeat for Boston College.
I was understandably tired...maybe a tad hung over...as I carried load after load down stairs to the garage Tuesday morning, packing the Subaru for our breakout south to Hurricane, Utah, and weather that better suits my wardrobe.
It snowed the night before, of course. Roads were slick leaving Las Lovely Ouray, but changed from ice to snow-packed, and finally slush as we approached Montrose. From there we caught a break, as the highway from Grand Junction across Utah was fine.
A blanket of snow and gray skies dulled Utah's normally colorful landscape, which slowed time to a near standstill in spite of hurling along at 80 mph into a headwind from Hell, not to mention a dismal forecast. Did I mention, "the wind?" We spent the night in Richfield, only a couple hours from Goldie, and she started right up the next morning. Time to restock bare cabinets.
Camp 1 was on a BLM mesa overlooking Overton and a distant sliver of what's left of Lake Mead (what a shame). The wind slammed us around up there on the mesa.... not a good choice. We woke early and about and hour and a half later we landed in Boulder City in need of a leg stretching hike.
The mountains above town have been turned into a recreation area for hiking and mountain biking. We took the River Mountain Trail to an extremely windy pass, somehow made a two hour loop, and landed back at the parking lot feeling better.
A check of the forecast showed no place to hide from the "Pineapple Express." Might have to hang around here for a while till things settle down. There's a Downhill Mountain Bike race this weekend... pretty gnarly badass shit on highly abrasive volcanic rock. Check it out here.
Mark and Bobbie...on hold in Purgatory :(.