tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359843672024-03-05T01:12:40.206-07:00At AltitudeRandom Thoughts from 6200 FeetThe Chick Voicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07291414799834021067noreply@blogger.comBlogger699125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35984367.post-91558452627721451302018-09-11T04:00:00.000-06:002018-09-11T04:00:08.655-06:00Never Forget<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />The Chick Voicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07291414799834021067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35984367.post-9751673136909332042018-07-11T15:20:00.001-06:002018-07-11T15:20:16.786-06:00Renovation - DecorationI am giving this place a much needed renovation.<br />
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Been looking too old and dreary for far too long. Since posting my own photos are one of the things I enjoy most about blogging, I needed something that allowed for pictures to have more visibility.<br />
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It's a work in progress, but I'm making little tweaks as I go. And who knows? May a redo will help get the writing muscles moving again.<br />
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What do you think?The Chick Voicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07291414799834021067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35984367.post-24758511492790956352018-03-22T20:40:00.002-06:002018-03-23T10:52:31.105-06:00Spring 2018<br />
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It’s Spring time in the Rockies and in true form we’ve gone
from 6 inches of snow this past Monday morning, now we’re looking at the 70’s
for tomorrow.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This time last year,
everything was in upheaval and there were months more upheaval to come.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p><br />
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These days when everything seems calm, it still feels like
nothing will ever be okay again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The “New
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Found a new TV show on Netflix that I love.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s called “Big Dreams, Small Spaces”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s a show from the UK/BBC and of course the
accents alone appeal to me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> Have you noticed that</span> there are almost NO gardening shows left on HGTV – HOME AND GARDEN TV.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> All HOME, no GARDEN. </span>Why is that?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> So</span>…………a famous Brit Gardener, Monty Don, comes and helps people who
have small gardens to redo and overhaul them.<o:p></o:p><br />
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So now I am inspired, and anxious to get out in My Tiny
Garden and take a fresh look at what we’ve done, and what we can do to take it
all to the next level. I bought a <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Gardeners-Journal-Green-Spiral-Bound/dp/B004D0ZSNC">Garden
Journal</a> on Amazon, something I didn’t even know existed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sure wish I’d had started it when we first
moved in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It helps you keep track of
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The birds are making their way back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Heard, (didn’t see) a robin.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The Husband saw a Kestrel on the roof next
door, but I missed it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Saw a GIANT
Horned Owl this morning, flying behind the house, down what we call “The Bird
Highway”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Flock of Magpies descended on
the hill behind the house this week, and I saw my first Mourning Dove while
walking Tucker this week.<o:p></o:p><br />
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None of this is interesting to just about anybody.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But Dad will appreciate it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Thanks Dad, for being my only loyal reader.<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />The Chick Voicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07291414799834021067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35984367.post-33060041578788617102018-02-13T04:00:00.000-07:002018-02-13T04:00:33.714-07:00Tucker Tuesday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />The Chick Voicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07291414799834021067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35984367.post-36749745828041527882018-01-30T19:00:00.000-07:002018-01-31T15:02:58.469-07:00DISRESPECT<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I keep trying to get back to writing here. I like to, and I know it does good things for me. Even if no one in the world reads it.<br />
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Random thoughts pop in my head almost daily. But somehow by the time I get home each night, cook dinner, clean the kitchen, spend a few rare moments with The Husband...........the energy and will to write are gone.<br />
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I've been struggling for quite some time now. Losing a job unexpectedly nearly three years ago, didn't just change where I went 5 days a week............but changed how I felt about myself. About my abilities. Prior to that event, I had a clear picture of who I am. Of what I know, of what I'm good at, and clearly what I'm not good at. I felt comfortable in my own skin. And maybe I even liked myself..........<br />
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Then I had to start over at 55 years old. Daunting and intimidating. Seemed no one really understood how deeply I was hurt, and though I don't even like to admit it, much less write it.........<br />
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So for all the days since, I've bounced back and forth. From embarrassment, to anger, to sadness, and from time to time, relief. Mostly that I found a new job. And though I took a 60% cut in pay, at least I had a job...............and then I would feel grateful.<br />
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But something has been gnawing at me all this time, biting hard some days, and then "it" would go quietly into the corner and sleep for a few weeks. And I'd only notice it in passing. This afternoon one of those bites came, knocked me to the ground and drew blood. But then..........<br />
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Then I had one of those moments of epiphany.<br />
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And this is the song that popped into my head.<br />
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I've loved this song since the first time I heard it, but it grew more important over time. Because especially, "I've proven who I am so many times.................the magnetic strip's worn thin........."</div>
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Its not a good feeling to realize that your ideas, your opinions, and especially your<i style="font-weight: bold;"> Experience </i>is not valued, not respected. And when that sunk it's teeth in to me today. I saw it for what is. DISRESPECT.</div>
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It's been six years since Denver heard the sad news of Noel's passing. And the sting of his loss is still felt by literally thousands of people. I felt I should post this again, after checking in on his wife Tammy's Facebook page, where so many have left their love for her, and Noel still.........</div>
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From all over the city, from all over the state, we gathered. We filled a large cathedral. Every seat taken, and many of us filled the aisles, down the middle, down the sides and in the foyer. Each straining to hear, most not able to even see. We stood for nearly three hours.<br />
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As I looked around me, I saw the mighty. Senators and Mayors and Governors. Business Leaders and Socialites. But also like me, the common people. The everyday people touched by a man who also inspired us that we could do great things, because he did. <br />
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And all around me, the look of the grief stricken. Still stunned, still struggling to make sense of things that make no sense.<br />
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Our former Governor gave the Eulogy. One of the best I have ever heard given, and I've been to more than my fair share of funerals. We all laughed, with tears glistening in our eyes, as we thought of the man whose life we gathered to celebrate. And then I wept, along with men and women all around me. I'm so happy that the Denver Post published the eulogy in its' entirety. Take a few moments and read it. <a href="http://www.denverpost.com/search/ci_19511244" target="_blank">Noel's Eulogy</a><br />
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Anyone reading this................please say a prayer for his lovely wife Tammy, and the rest of the family.<br />
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As our Governor mentioned, everyone there today has a Noel story...............and so do I.<br />
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I met Noel when I was asked to come to his restaurant and talk with him about a large charitable event he was putting on. I, like most, was drawn in, and ended up working with him on the event. The event was complicated and difficult to pull off, two days of set up prior to a Sunday event, outdoors. By the time the day of the event came, I was run down physically and though I didn't really feel too bad, I had lost my voice. All day long at the event, Noel kept asking what he could do for me, how I was feeling. He wouldn't stop enquiring. He insisted I come along back to the restaurant after the long day, where many from the committee gathered, and he fed us all at a big table on the patio. He insisted that nothing on the menu was good enough for The Husband, so he disappeared into the kitchen and cooked a steak for him.<br />
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Early the next morning, my cell phone rang. It was Noel. He asked how I was feeling and told me it was very important that I come down to the restaurant. I asked what was wrong, he wouldn't answer, just insisted I come down. Thinking something had gone wrong, I arrived just before 11, and asked for him at the hostess stand. The hostess came back and told me to have a seat at the bar, Noel would be right with me. I nervously sat, thinking somehow I had let down this man I had already come to love. Around the corner he came, blue eyes twinkling with a large bowl in his hands. "Here's your lunch.". He sat in front of me the best bowl of chicken soup I've ever had, because it was made by him, with love. He kissed my cheek, and ran back into the restaurant. I'll never forget the bartender, saying.............."You're the one. He was here early this morning, chopping vegetables. He made it himself." And when I left, he sent the "leftovers" home with me. Enough to feed me for days.<br />
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I was hooked. And never told him no when he called.<br />
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MY FRIEND Noel was that kind of man. And thousands have a story just like that.The Chick Voicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07291414799834021067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35984367.post-8913027918920061712017-10-24T15:36:00.000-06:002017-10-24T15:36:08.198-06:00Tucker Tuesday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />The Chick Voicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07291414799834021067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35984367.post-33972891351336610612017-09-29T20:23:00.002-06:002017-09-30T09:23:35.246-06:00What Are Men to Rocks and Mountains?<br />
"What are men to rocks and mountains?" - Jane Austen<br />
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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.<br />
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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.</div>
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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.</div>
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<br />The Chick Voicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07291414799834021067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35984367.post-43176279854399420942017-09-28T19:10:00.001-06:002017-10-24T15:37:35.799-06:00From Whence Commeth My HelpDoesn'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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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<br />
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I'll sleep soundly tonight, knowing tomorrow I'll be in my favorite place on earth.</div>
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<br />The Chick Voicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07291414799834021067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35984367.post-22198934906855000382017-09-18T19:00:00.000-06:002017-09-18T19:00:00.153-06:00Still Here<br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">So sometimes it seems that it’s been so long since you’ve
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">2017 seemed like just the beginning of another year, but it
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Everything changed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Big changes often start with a phone call.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I remember when a dear friend died
unexpectedly, a Pastor preached a sermon at his funeral called, “An Unexpected
Call”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And I’ve received many, many of
those phone calls, and maybe that’s why I hate the sound of a phone
ringing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I really do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s irrational to think that every phone
call is bad news………..but there you go.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Most all of my regular readers here are long gone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>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.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But I need to stretch my
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Wet, snowy weather and 4-wheeling don't mix well. But today was September snow, not the "real" stuff. So up the road to Camp Bird Mine we headed. The mix of cold, clouds, and fall colors was, breathtaking. Take a peek.</div>
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The Chick Voicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07291414799834021067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35984367.post-15594640331733574842016-09-23T15:10:00.000-06:002016-09-23T15:26:45.493-06:00Coming Home To A Place You've Never Been Before When you're somewhere 300 miles away from where you live, and you're walking down the street and are greeted by someone who you haven't seen in 2 years, but they know you, and welcome you back..................then maybe that place really is your home away from home. <br />
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And that's what happened within an hour of arriving in Ouray, Colorado. But I'm getting ahead of myself. <br />
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It's a long 300 miles to Ouray from Casa Rancho. There's two routes, but the southern route is more scenic, but a bit longer. It's not 300 highway miles, because its up and over mountain passes, two lane roads most of the way. But the windy roads and steep inclines force you to slow down. Which is a good thing. You'd miss the journey along the way.<br />
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We kissed Tucker goodbye and left him in good hands yesterday, and took a leisurely drive to Salida. It's a funny, artsy, wait..............are we in Boulder? kind of town..............a mix of retirees, hippies and outdoorsy sports types. The people watching is great.<br />
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Online we'd found an under renovation motel. Half the rooms complete, half to go, and this place screams Salida for sure. <br />
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Found a great little downtown small plates restaurant, <a href="http://www.thefritzsalida.com/" target="_blank">The Fritz</a>. Sleeping on a great mattress is always a good thing. And then a farm to table kind of breakfast spot. And we're heading west and south. <br />
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Yes. We hit the prime season. The colors are at "the peak" as they say. Couldn't have planned it any better.<br />
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From Montrose you head south and when the rocks around you begin to turn red, then you know you're close. Then you round that one bend. And there you are. In Ouray, Colorado. And it feels like coming home. <br />
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A stroll down the main street and your favorite Inn Keeper sees you and welcomes you back. <br />
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Our favorite place to rest our heads.................<a href="http://www.chinaclipperinn.com/index.html" target="_blank">.The China Clipper Inn.</a><br />
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Their promotional video is of the room we are staying in...............The Captain's Quarters.<br />
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Heaven on earth............... to use the worn out expression. But this place is to me. And I tear up at the thought. <br />
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God made this amazing place called Colorado. And I was born here. And my roots run deep in these Rocky Mountains................these purple mountains majesty. The sound of the wind through the aspens, and the scent of the pines after a brief rain shower...........<br />
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<br />The Chick Voicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07291414799834021067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35984367.post-19700668825111931422016-09-13T04:00:00.000-06:002016-09-13T04:00:00.221-06:00Tucker Tuesday<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />The Chick Voicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07291414799834021067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35984367.post-71182692689717774692016-08-23T04:00:00.000-06:002016-08-23T04:00:26.397-06:00Tucker Tuesday<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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