Friday, September 29, 2017

What Are Men to Rocks and Mountains?


"What are men to rocks and mountains?" - Jane Austen

The Gunnison  River Valley, which in past years has been my least favorite part of the trip to Ouray, seemed different today.  Time of year or maybe the clouds or the light?  Not sure but it seemed each direction we turned there were shades of blue, and light bouncing off the arid landscape.



After many years of driving past, and not taking the short detour, today we went north off Highway 50, and climbed up the switchbacks to Black Canyon of the Gunnison National Park.  My last visit was as a preteen.  Many summers I spent exploring the back roads of Colorado with my Aunt Kathleen and Uncle Al.  They have certainly improved the accessibility to the park, which made for some easy walks to breath taking overlooks into the canyon.



And then back through Montrose, where we found a great Brewpub for lunch.  Then the short trip south, where you can see the San Juans long before you arrive.



And now after strolling up and down Main Street a few times, we're safely tucked away in the Captain's Quarters of the China Clipper Inn.  Sometimes you want to go, where everybody knows your name.................okay not everyone, but enough people to make you feel like you're in a second home.

You know the only thing that's hard?  Leaving our Tucker behind.

But he's being spoiled by our neighbor and his namesake (middle name) my stepson.





Thursday, September 28, 2017

From Whence Commeth My Help

Doesn't take long, as we head southwest out of town, for me to feel a change come over me.  This year I wondered if the mountains would have the same effect, because it's been such a tough year.  But by the time we passed the summit of Kenosha Pass (were the aspen leaves are already gone), I could feel the familiar sense of quiet.  The sense of serenity that being in the "high places" always brings.

It's been cloudy and wet for several days at Casa Rancho.  And that's okay, because it's fall.  We passed through light drizzle, and saw where the snow fell overnight.  Low hanging clouds here and there, still some great color.





But the roads were clear, and we made good time.  Lunch in Buena Vista, where I got no shot of the Collegiate Peaks, because they were engulfed in clouds.  And we'll overnight in Gunnison, where a rainbow was waiting


I'll sleep soundly tonight, knowing tomorrow I'll be in my favorite place on earth.

Monday, September 18, 2017

Still Here


So sometimes it seems that it’s been so long since you’ve done some “thing”, that it seems impossible to get started.  And posting here is one of those “things”.

2017 seemed like just the beginning of another year, but it only stayed that way for a few days.  Then everything changed, and though it sounds like an overstatement……………It’s not.

Everything changed.

Big changes often start with a phone call.  I remember when a dear friend died unexpectedly, a Pastor preached a sermon at his funeral called, “An Unexpected Call”.  And I’ve received many, many of those phone calls, and maybe that’s why I hate the sound of a phone ringing.  I really do.  It’s irrational to think that every phone call is bad news………..but there you go. 

Most all of my regular readers here are long gone.  Because I’ve become one of those frustrating bloggers who annoy you because you check their site all the time and nothing new is posted.  But I need to stretch my writing muscles and get back to it.

This is a start.

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