It's a beautiful day in Lovely Ouray. But here I sit on the sixth day of a hacking chest cold/fever/chills (moan) that only now seems to be loosening it's death-grip. On day two I felt better, thought I saw a little light at the end of what I hoped would be a relatively "short tunnel." It turned out to be a train.
I can't remember the last time I had a cold or flu; at least 6 or 7 years. So I guess I don't have cause to whine. Then again, what else have I got to do? Bobbie abandoned our bed in favor of the couch rather than sleep with "the enemy." I don't blame her.
Back on day three, at the pinnacle of my "pity party," angry from a prolonged spell of convulsive whooping coughs, I wadded up my Life is Good hat and threw it in the shit-can (Navy Speak for "trash"). Time for a change of hats...something venomously pessimistic. Voila!
Just as I was about to complete the online transaction, I started to think about the when and why I started wearing Life is Good hats in the first place. It was after a long run of medical misfortunes, including back surgery, blood clots, parathyroid surgery, two hernia surgeries, the second of which required another invasive surgery for resultant internal bleeding and 10 days in the hospital. Then, as if that wasn't enough, another bout of blood clots, this time with pulmonary embolisms.
At times like this, it is instructive to take another read from the Book of Job. I tried to remember that, no matter how bad your own situation, someone else "out there" has it worse. I decided to postpone my conversion to "an angry old sourpuss" and chose a slightly less negative hat...
As bad as I wanted the Life Sucks hat, cause right now, it truly does, SUCK, I remembered my commitment to maintain at least a glass half full point of view. Attitude is everything. It has the power to alter boundaries between perception and reality.
Since I have all this free time thrust upon me, I might as well finish posting the remaining hiking/biking photos from October/November in Zion, which seems like sooo long ago, now that the clock has slowed to a crawl.
|The "Sand Bench Trail" gave us an up close view of "The Court of The Patriarchs."|
|Juliet (In yellow) flew down from Seattle for a whirlwind hiking tour of Zion. She wanted an intimate canyon experience, so daddy Chris, Laurelee, Bobbie, and I took her to "Hidden Canyon."|
|Chris and daughter, Juliet, on the ledgy hike to Hidden Canyon.|
|Most years, flash floods alter the course in Hidden Canyon, so it's never the same .|
|Juliet wanted MORE, so after Hidden Canyon we hiked up the trail to Observation Point a ways...|
|Looking down into a Slot Canyon...|
|One of our favorite things to do in Zion is to wander off-trail and explore the less visited areas. We had them all to ourselves...except for the Big Horn Sheep.|
|Finally, just before leaving, Bobbie and I got in a nice bike-trail loop out through the BLM lands near camp.|