Monday, 25 May 2009
And so, to satisfy the last MM before the summer break,
What I Did after My Vacation
When I got home from Colorado, I had to cut the grass. It was at least knee high in most places, and full of lovely dandilions, all gone to seed. The next thing I had to do was dust the house, and clean up the dead bugs from all the windowsills, wash the clothes we used on vacation and sort out what I needed to do for the CHC board. I shopped for food and restocked with perishables. Then I packed up again and headed for the yearly CHC conference in Toronto. I was not having fun.
We start home tomorrow. Goodbye beautiful Colorado.
Saturday, 23 May 2009
For the mad mountaineer, this was, erm, a high point. Here is the road we drove to reach these heights.
The cruddy stuff at the bottom of this pic is also snow, a windrow left by the plough. JG was disappointed that the snow was not cleaner and therefore proposed to go back via Independence Pass which is 12000'+. Luckily it was closed due to inclement weather. I am told the road is only one lane in places. Whimper.
I got to veg out in the hot springs, and they are wonderful. Lovely and sulphury and bubbly and hot. A nice change from the snow. Steamboat Springs is a fun little town that lives on skiing and white water sports, fishing and hunting. And lives well. Lovely shops and superlative restaurants. I have not had to cook a meal for over three weeks now. Eat your hearts out, my friends.
This is the Yampa River through Steamboat Springs, with the ski hills in the distance.
The only down side for me is that the high tech shot that was supposed to fix my knee did not work and I have been limping, shirking climbs and not sleeping any too well for the whole trip. Yesterday the YD arranged for us to have a tour of the NORAD facility under Cheyenne mountain. I have no photos of this as I gather that if you take a camera in there they have to arrest you and throw you in the clink. Brig? Anyway, a fantastic tour and much enjoyed by the engineer in the family. I kept thinking about how it would have been to be in there during and in the aftermath of a nuclear strike, and shuddering. There were a lot of stairs and ramps and a lot of young and agile fellow tourists. I came home exhausted and was no good yesterday afternoon at all.
But what a place! I have been over and under mountains now and, given my choice, would take Independence Pass. Hoping for a hot spring in which to recover.
Friday, 15 May 2009
This is an extreme telephoto of JG at the bottom of the inside of the cone.Same shot. Look at the left hand side of the bare patch to see a very tiny JG.
View from the top of Capulin. The tiny snow peaks in the extreme background are in the Sangre de Christos range.
This is Raton mesa, a major landmark on the Santa Fe trail. At least I think it is called that. My notes are really scrambled just here.
You've got to love the weather. And not a black fly or mosquito anywhere.
Tuesday, 12 May 2009
Friday, 8 May 2009
"...all experience is an arch, where through
Gleams that untravelled world whose margins fade
Forever and forever as you move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end.
Or something like that.
View from Wilkinson Pass, Colorado
Wednesday, 6 May 2009
We drove the southern route; crossed into the States at Sarnia (I have never seen such white teeth in my life as those the Customs Officer used to smile at us -- quite a contrast from the Canada Customs patented snarl.) Spent the night at and drove south through Lansing and down, ending up at St Louis or thereabouts. We picked up I 70 and bombed along it to Colorado. We did take one or two detours, notably a morning following the Missouri upstream. It has a lot of water in it; really roaring along. I will add pics when I find my card reader.
We have a lovely lady inside a GPS who tells us where to go and we have named her Effie (for efficient, ha ha, and also so that when we get annoyed with her carping about our choices we can say Effie Off.
Hey, anything is funny while you drive the interstate through Kansas.