Tranquility In Paradise Basin

Well, it's not far down to paradise, at least it's not for me

And if the wind is right you can sail away and find tranquility

Oh the canvas can do miracles, just you wait and see

Believe me...

A song by Christoper Cross

When the cure is worse than the disease...

A couple days after our Camp Bird Road exploit, Leon wants us to ride our bikes over to Log Hill and race each other to the top. Oh how he loves to beat me up on that ascent.

Macho-Geezers Tackle Camp Bird Road

"There are no limits, only plateaus. And you must not stay there, you must go beyond them." Bruce Lee

Martha drops by, and Leon swims two lakes on one hike...

Last week a longtime friend, Martha, came up from Albuquerque to spend a week with her daughter in Montrose. It had been a while since Martha had hiked a mountain, let alone above timberline. So she called Bobbie. Who better to call for an alpine "fix?"

Minnie Gulch

Imagine skimming along at 13,000 feet, an undulating path underfoot. You're alone, above timberline, above the urban fray of political bullshitters, tedious Face-bookers and mass murdering psychopaths...above all the sordid megalomanic news of corporate greed and corruption. I tell ya, folks, now more than ever, depleted spirits cry out in desperate need of a wilderness recharge. Nothing—not drugs, alcohol or money—fills empty vessels with peace and contentment quite like a lonely alpine trail.

A Tale of Two Hikes: Conclusion...

This planet is becoming too populated. Just as birds have wings to fly a crowded nest, man has legs to seek out solitude and wilderness.

Lost and Found on Shaky Ground: A Tale of Two Hikes...

Maybe it's time for a hearing test, or maybe a listening test. Whatever. Who am I to point a finger...