Bailey, CO
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Posted:Sep 29, 2017 4:34 am
Last Updated:Oct 12, 2017 10:50 am
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Bailey is a quaint little place. I have some friends there that I met here of all places, though they have been absent this place for a good many years now. But there are some cool sights to see there, a benefactor took it upon themselves to build a park and bring together some of the local historical buildings, bridges, and other memorabilia. I am always enchanted by such things, recorded history is comparatively young for places west of the Mississippi. There was a board there, listing some of the events that happened in the last 150 years or so. It spoke of a bear by the name of old Mose being killed, bank robbers escaping, murders at gold mining camps, the death of the last Chinese railroad worker living in the area, native people uprisings . I stood there reading it for a moment and the thought occurred to me that we as a society, haven't truly changed much at all. Different age, same violence.
I am going to post the photo I took of that board, I don't know if you will be able to read it here, it might not expand enough. But if you can, and if you find history something worth chewing on, it is an entertaining read.
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Windmills of My Mind
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Posted:Sep 28, 2017 6:40 am
Last Updated:Sep 30, 2017 9:11 am
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Western Kansas and Parts of Eastern Colorado are home to a good many power generating windmills. These massive giants standing out in otherwise empty fields are always a welcome sight, a signal that we can do things better than we have previously.
(These were shot from the backseat of a vehicle moving at 75mph with a DSLR camera, so they are not the greatest lol.)
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Guanella Pass
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Posted:Sep 27, 2017 5:33 am
Last Updated:Sep 28, 2017 4:32 am
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Photos of Saturdays adventure. One of my favorite things about the Rockies is the ability to watch a storm being born. The valleys surrounding the mountains fill with humidity during the day, and then these enormous fog banks 'walk up the mountain' to meet the cooler air. When they collide, a storm is born. It is always a wonder to me to be in the midst of such a volatile mix of elements. When we were leaving the summit, there were vertical bolts of lightning dancing across the road in front of us and the thunder sounded like it was sitting in the back seat of the car. I've experienced this several times in my life, it never fails to amaze me and make me realize just how vulnerable and small humans really are.
I dare say these photos will be dropped from the post, I will check back a bit later and try to get them reloaded. And I will make note of which ones I post this time too lol.
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Garden of the Gods
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Posted:Sep 26, 2017 2:11 pm
Last Updated:Sep 28, 2017 4:36 am
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Our first excursion was to here. I could have spent a week there exploring but we had a lot of things packed into a long weekend, so alas, one day was all I spent in this fairytale landscape.
But we shall be returning next year, for a much longer stay.
Hopefully in a cabin in a State Park.
And hopefully I will be able to hike a lot farther.
But! According to the scales this morning, I was able to shed two pounds this weekend.
Bonus!
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Honey, I'm home!
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Posted:Sep 25, 2017 12:48 pm
Last Updated:Sep 26, 2017 2:13 pm
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Just a pop in to say hi, say I survived myself, and say it was so breathtakingly beautiful that I lack enough words of quality to describe. The Aspen have started to turn and we took a drive through the Guanella Pass, drove straight inside a storm at the peak! We visited Garden of the Gods and I took a short walk to a peak with a fantastic view of Pikes Peak as yet another storm was rolling in.
I love storms in the mountains, even the ones that are frightening in their intensity.
I may be a bit absent for a few days, I took a fair few photos that I need to categorize and sort through and it will take some time to do with the minions return tomorrow. We crammed a good deal into a short time frame. Enough that we hope to return after Winter passes. I-70 is bad enough through Denver in good driving conditions. As much as I would love to see another ass deep snow, I don't want to die trying to get there, because apparently they don't sell blinker fluid anywhere near Denver. And braking randomly is what one does when trying to merge across three lanes of traffic.
We visited some old friends, took a short stroll along the north fork of the South Platte River.
We had great accommodations in Denver, not five star by any standard, but clean, filled with sincerely friendly staff, and full of sooo many interesting people. Bonus points for being pet friendly too. It is a work in progress, the place is undergoing renovation, I hope I get the chance to visit there again after everything is complete. Our room was passably clean, I had some Clorox wipes and I put them to use. We had nearly new mattress', fresh linens daily, nice soft towels and plentiful hot water.
I made them earn their price by taking ungodly long showers lol.
And now is the time to pay for play, a I have to finish unpacking and un-destroy the house.
Photos to come.
Peace and Love ✌🏼️
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Today is Wednesday......
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Posted:Sep 18, 2017 11:36 am
Last Updated:Sep 25, 2017 1:04 pm
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At least it is for me!
Motel is booked! Weather is calling for the area to experience a cooling trend, which will be lovely for hiking.
All that remains is packing my clothes and getting in the car! Woot!
It's raining here today, gray and damp. Which means my hair is going wild and my knees really hate me.
And I want to take a nap so so very much.
Might sit and doze in the chair while the Wubbie is sleeping.
I have zilch on my mind worth writing at the moment.
Maybe I'll think of somethings to write about later on.
Peace and love✌🏼️
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Game On!
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Posted:Sep 16, 2017 5:55 am
Last Updated:Sep 25, 2017 1:01 pm
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Well, apparently sleeping in on Saturday means I'm getting up at 4:30am instead of sixish...who knew?
The mutt is on the mend. According to the X-rays she had eaten something small, and likely furry or feathered, and it wasn't digesting correctly. So the three pounds of grass she had eaten to amend her rather egregious error was also still there.
Until she threw it up in the backseat of Mr's truck on her way home from the first vet visit, She went back the next day, a second set of X-rays confirmed that her stomach was now cleared. So nearly $500 bucks and two prescriptions later, the goofy bitch is feeling more like her old self.
You got to know I love this dog.
But! The trip is back on! Provided there is a hotel that meets my need.
I smoke, plain and simple. And while I'm trying to quit, that hasn't happened yet. Finding a hotel that has smoking rooms is proving to be a lot more daunting than one would think. I've found motels that permit marijuana smoking and vaping. But not cigarettes. Which seems greatly hypocritical to me, but whatever.
I wake up in the middle of the night, frequently. And the thing that usually puts me back to sleep is to light a cigarette and take two or three drags. The last thing I really want to have to do while I am on vacation is to have to get dressed and go stand outside to smoke at 3am so I can get back to sleep. Besides, if I have to put that much effort into going to smoke those three or four drags, well...Im not going back to sleep. If I'm walking around sleep deprived (because one way or another I'm waking up for the day between two and three am), this is not going to be a vacation, it's going to be me being grouchy for four days.
It slays me that while people are understanding of other types of addictions, heroin, meth, cocaine....and go to great lengths to help break that addiction, smoking cigarettes is treated with the same contempt one usually would reserve for people who habitually fart at the dinner table, even though cigarette addiction has proven to be more powerful than any of the aforementioned drugs. The list of potential side effects for most of the miracle drugs that break nicotine addiction are things I'm not comfortable rolling the dice on, particularly since I'm bipolar. Smoking or suicide? Smoking will definitely take longer to kill me than a long walk off a short cliff.
Well, I'm off to scour the web for that elusive unicorn of a motel in or around the Denver area that has a smoking room for any smokers, not just the ones taking a 'weedcation'.
Love and Peace✌🏼️
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Almost There Again
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Posted:Sep 14, 2017 7:51 am
Last Updated:Sep 14, 2017 8:05 pm
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Well, happy almost Friday. I can't wait to sleep in Saturday morning.
So I decided to put up a profile picture again. I'm not a fan of anonymity really. If I am doing something, be it right, wrong, or indifferent I'm going to own that shit. I wouldn't be doing it if I cared about people knowing. It is a bit different when it comes to my relationship and members of the family. While I don't really try to hide anything, I don't really discuss anything. If pressed for an answer though, I would answer honestly. But I think all family members concerned have decided to just not question anything about it.
Honesty is a pretty big deal to me. Being honest matters. It matters to me that first and foremost that I am honest, and truthfully it is a big deal breaker to me if someone is dishonest with me. Don't tell me that my ass doesn't look big in those jeans when you know damn well it does.
But then that is a question I would never ask someone, my ass looks big in everything because it is big. Even when I am at my ideal weight, I have badonkadonk for days.
I'm not sure the trip is going to go through now. One of my mutts is having issues. And given her age (12), I'm not going to leave her here to be attended by pup sitters when she is sick.
This goofy shit eats everything she finds. I may have to resort to putting a muzzle on her every time she goes outside, provided she survives herself this time. I'm thinking she has been eating toads, there were hundreds of them living under the pool when we took it down for winter. She has been throwing up for two days now and her spasm medication isn't working this time. If she loses her dinner tonight, I'll have to take her to the vet tomorrow.
The heifer better be glad I love her. If this trip gets cancelled, it will make the second time we've had to cancel. The last time we had planned to visit there, the place caught on fire.
Well, it's time to dance with the Wubbie.
Love and peace✌🏼️
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Fuckitol
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Posted:Sep 12, 2017 12:25 pm
Last Updated:Sep 14, 2017 5:21 am
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I have fuck-all to write about. Still dieting, I've hit the slump where the loss slows momentarily. Still trying to at least cut back on smoking. I'm afraid I'll replace it with murdering if I try any harder. Still taking care of the and the dogs and listening to the same cartoons every day.
Meh.
We are taking a short trip to Colorado just to get the hell out of Dodge and blow the funk off before Winter sets in. Going to go see the Garden of the Gods and Pikes Peak and hopefully get my sea legs back where hiking is concerned. I've missed it pretty badly truth be told. And while I know I'm not ready for the three to five mile straight up a mountain treks I once used to enjoy, some simple mountain paths and trails will be good for me and my camera. Nature sets me to rights most of the time.
You know, I remember being told about all the aches and pains and loss of abilities that growing older brings, but no one warned me about how fucking boring life would be. I'm not the sort to take up knitting or get lost in daytime soap operas. I'm so burnt out on the Internet, Facebook, YouTube, and the ten million other time wasters I've spent most of the last three years using to hide from the world with. I detest the idleness that my current occupation brings. Clean the house, cook, unload and reload the dishwasher, yell no thirty thousand times, open the door for the mutts, call them back in, argue with about why she can't swing from the curtain rods and use the sofa as a trampoline.....go to bed , get up and do it all over again. Short walks around the block to look at the same people, their same yards. Putzing around in the yard.
Frankly, most days my mind is numb with the monotony of it all. And that boredom rather effectively quashes my creativity. I'm struggling just to write this tripe.
I'm not complaining, mind you. I'm grateful as grateful can be that my life is so blessed, that I've enjoyed a relatively peaceful existence for these past few years, that I'm loved and heard. Life truly is good for me in this moment.
I'm just sooo fucking bored.
Maybe a muse will arise, or something will come along and accidentally inspire me.
Till then, then.
Love and Peace✌🏼️
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Floating
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Posted:Sep 10, 2017 6:50 pm
Last Updated:Sep 17, 2017 6:43 pm
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Do you ever think back to parts of your childhood and remember things that once made you feel accomplished?
One of those things for me was learning to float on water.
As a , I was enchanted by water. I still am, water is the most soothing thing on earth to me. I'm drawn to bodies of water, the ocean fills me with childlike joy. I once waded knee deep in the North Atlantic in early May. That water was so cold, but I couldn't resist that urge any more than I could resist breathing. My companions thought I was insane, but I was giggling like a . It was the first time I had seen the ocean in over fifteen years. I was born landlocked, surrounded by mountains, but as soon as I was able to travel independently I went to the ocean. It has always felt like 'home' to me, oddly enough.
I taught myself how to swim in a spring fed creek when I was around eight years old. I started with the doggy paddle and by the end of summer I was able to swim the breaststroke and the overhand. But I could not master the backstroke. My urge to fight against the water when I was on my back was too strong and I would sink like a sack of rocks and come up sputtering and fighting for air. Fear held sway, and for several years I just quit trying to do a backstroke. I learned the summer I turned twelve.
In the summer local boys would hire out during hay season and there were two boys that worked with my dad and me to put up hay every year. Both were family friends and both were fun to hang out with. At the end of the day, if there was time enough, we would all head straight to the creek to swim. That cold water felt like icy daggers, but so refreshing after a day spent in dust and heat.
The boys were a tad bit older than me, so they were inclined to pick on me a lot. The older of the two pushed me backwards into the creek one day, and then he freaked out when I started fighting against the water. He thought for sure he'd just killed me. After we all had calmed down, he asked me if I had hit my head or something. I had to explain to him about my fear of the water and my inability to float. At first they laughed at me and poked fun because I couldn't do such a simple thing after all the time I had spent splashing in that creek. But then they decided to teach me.
First they had me taking deep breaths and jumping under the water and then relaxing and letting the water and the current lift me. After I got the hang of that, they held me under the arms and I would lay back and let my legs be lifted by the water. It took them about an hour and then Eureka! I could float on my back.
I was so proud of myself! It filled me with so much confidence. I felt like I had opened the gates of infinity, I could accomplish anything. (At least I thought I could until they talked me into trying to ride a steer calf bare backed. I learned a lesson in limitations that day lol.)
I have thought about that day many times over my life, how good it felt to finally learn to do something I had given up trying to learn, to conquer unnecessary fear in my life. It was a lesson that has carried through my life.
Quitting is easy, but letting go of fear and pushing forward is much more rewarding.
Peace and Love ✌🏼️
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Lazy Day
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Posted:Sep 9, 2017 2:06 pm
Last Updated:Sep 18, 2017 5:19 am
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Dontcha hate when that happens?
Well hiya!
Nothing much to report today. I'm kind of tired, kinda meh, kinda waiting for the other shoe to drop. Just in a weird kind of mood.
I've been binge watching Game of Thrones, chatting with some friends, and just enjoying the quiet of a house minus .
And for you lovely lovely people who feel it necessary to tell me this is a sex site after you get my auto reply stating , "thank you for your interest but I'm only here to blog."
No shit?! Really?? This is a sex site?
Oh my Gosh and Shucky-darn. And here I was thinking it was a knitting class.
Thank you so much, I'll hastily beat a path for the exit.
Gotta love the fuckwits too, I suppose.
You know....it is a large statement about this world in general when you think about it....
I'm offended, so you must change and do what I find inoffensive, lest my delicate sensibilities be overwhelmed.
And there are just so many people who think like that. Half the problems in this world could be solved if people just learned to tend their own gardens and stay the hell out of the gardens of others.
But, as ever...
Peace and Love ✌🏼️
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Eat, Drink, and Be Merry
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Posted:Sep 8, 2017 6:36 am
Last Updated:Sep 18, 2017 5:18 am
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Ya'll....I have a secret guilty pleasure.... music.
I know, I know...but no matter how trivial the words, no matter how idiotic some of the performers can be.... I still want to listen. And dance.
Don't hate.
I'm going to see my hero tonight! Snoop is in town tonight, and I have tickets to go.
I adore open air venues, I don't care to go to crowded arenas unless it is a much more sedate type of concert, such as a string quartet or a big band.
Those kinds of concerts are best heard in halls so that every note can be heard in resounding echoes, every chord savored.
But pop music, , rock....man those are made for outside!
When I was younger, my favorite place was to head straight to the mosh and get as close to the stage as possible. Feeling the warm press of flesh against me, the flight of the crowd surfers overhead...the pure raw energy of it all is heady.
Alas, I'm not so young, not so able to duck and cover, not so able to press back against a crowd. So I will be setting off to a quiet edge tonight.
But my hero will be on stage, dropping sick rhymes and making me want to dance.
You guys have a great weekend!
Peace and Love✌🏼️
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By the Pricking of My Thumbs
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Posted:Sep 6, 2017 8:11 pm
Last Updated:Sep 20, 2017 10:39 am
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Something wicked this way comes.
Portent.
Three hurricanes are currently floating around, two not an immediate threat to the US, but the biggest, baddest bitch is chugging her way to Florida.
The Pac Northwest is burning like a bowl of wax.
An earthquake swarm in Southern Idaho.
Flooding everywhere on earth, Africa, India, even parts of jolly old England.
But no, perish the thought that we are causing all of this with our incessant need and greed.
Climate change is just a hoax.
Deforestation of the rainforests, pollution of the oceans, our ginormous carbon footprint....
All necessary, because rich men need yet more money and we need more shit to throw away.
My home is here, this beautiful earth, this floating blue marble in the vastness of the universe, so completely unique and self-sustaining. I do not dream of finding another world, I dream of growing old here. Of seeing my grandchildren growing up and setting out to find their own journey as I have.
We outstripped our resources for the year in August. We've been outstripping them since 2004.
What part of "this is not sustainable" is uncomprehendable?
As a hobby photographer I've been shooting photos of nature since forever. In the last five years I've watched declining numbers in almost every element of life. I used to see monarchs by the dozens this time of the year, this year I've seen two.
The bees that used to haunt my sugar water feeders are no longer there, not even the pain in the ass yellow jackets.
Our current idiot in chief and his merry band of corporate raiders are destroying environmental protections left and right in order to maximize profit margins so they can defeat any and all alternative energy sources, because doing shit the same way we've been doing shit has made them all rich beyond comprehension.
And today? I feel like the only person who truly cares.
Peace and love to all.
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