On The Horns Of A Dilemma: "Baby It's Cold Outside"

Sunday, 10:04 AM: I'm supposed to be at the Ouray Ice Park right now... suiting up for a first-climb with Marathon Man Leonard and Rebecca. But it's breezy... cloudy, spitting snow... and the temperature hovers just above zero degrees. I question the fun... sanity... of fulfilling a promise made to "show up" in weather colder than my Haagen Dazs. Wouldn't you agree, the Ice Fest should be held during summer when it's warmer.

Awful, Just Awful

I see no purpose in wind. Rain, snow; I "get" that, we need water. I even get cold; it hardens The Crevice against the evils of summer bugs and rattlesnakes, not to mention it makes you appreciate, make that, worship, Summer like the goddess she is.  

Red Mountain Town: A Retrospective On Mining Life In 1879

On a Red Mountain Town Chamber of Commerce day, Aspen, the wonder snow-dog, Bobbie, Aspen's "mom," Tamara, and Your's Truly, snowshoed through what's left of Red Mountain Town and its tumbled down mine-shacks. Most of the buildings are losing the battle to remain upright to Father Time and the burdens of Old Man Winter, as they slowly take them to their grave board by board. 

"They Say It's Your Birthday..."

"Dun-uh  dun-uh  dun-uh  dun-nuh, they say it's your birthday!" John, Paul, George and Ringo, wishing Bobbie a "Happy Birthday to ya!"

Snow Tired: Reverse Revelations On The Mountain

Let me guess; you are growing tired of all this snow. But the BCB is a non-excluding, come-and-go kind of blog; an admitted radical departure from RV bloggers on a quest for weather to suit their Hawaiian shirts and flip-flops. But I have a revelation that may surprise some of you... I know this because it surprises me. Here's how the story goes:

"Into Thin Air"

At 11,018 feet above sea level, Red Mountain Pass is a magnet... no matter the season. During wintertime, the scene pops... pure white linen sheets against a bedspread of cobalt skies. It's where Bobbie and I forsake Sue Bee in order to continue on foot, and rise above the congestion of timber "subways."

On Options, Tasks, and The Geography Of Happiness

If you're like me and Wandrin Lloyd, you're over making New Year's resolutions. They only serve to take us out of the "now," the place we'd rather be, but keep overshooting due to the momentum of Tasks (resolution based goals). Lately, the looser the "plan," the better I feel... the faster the world goes, the more I want to slow it down.