Chuck stopped in town for an overnight and we ate mexican food and rode bikes! YaY! We started climbing Hawkeye before 7am, then across to Mac ridge, and completed the loop on Troy built. It’s a great ride early in the morning. Finished before 80*F
That night was Fruita’s big fireworks display and they set the rabbit brush on fire within the first 5 minutes of the show. Lower Valley Fire had it out in less than 5 minutes so YaY! fire fighters! The show was 15 minutes long so I’m glad I didn’t stand in any lines to get in (or pay any money)
All things considered it’s a good show for such a small town to put on and about a gazillion people came to watch it (and drink beer and play corn-hole)
I forgot how wickedly twisty Pudre Canyon is. And rough, twisty and rough. It was a tedious drive for the first two hours then busy and trafficy for the last two hours. Whenever I come to Denver I really appreciate how calm the Western Slope is
I spent a few days going to doctors and sharing meals with friends then headed back to the desert for more volunteering. Google thinks it’s a 4-hour drive, but with pulling the trailer over a rough-ass I-70 it will be a lot closer to 6 hours
When I was planning my escape from Denver I thought about the high summer temperature for about a minute then dismissed it in favor of getting some extra stuff done before I left town. Not a grade A plan
With the outside temps around 90*F when I left I had to do battle with the engine heat going above 190*F as I climbed over the mountain passes. I saw a few people with trailers who had lost the battle with engine heat and were sitting beside the road with the hood up
There were more people with big new trucks pulling bigger trailers than mine racing up the hill without a worry than broken trucks, so that’s a plus
Four days out from a freezing MeadowFest and it’s over 90. Quite the change!
In the desert spring sprang a couple months ago and now it’s summer. The cheat grass has gone dormant and the temps are flirting with 90*back in Fruita.
At the Blacktail Creek Campground spring is just now springing. The camp is at 9100 feet in a mix of aspen and pine trees. The Aspens are bright green, and the mountain flowers are in bloom. The camp is between Toponas and Kremling on CO 131. Dirt road, pit toilet, and a dumpster round out the accommodations.
I’m on my way to MeadowFest to join my chosen family for a long weekend of singing songs around a campfire
It’s been an interesting few days. Saturday was the big Fruita celebration honoring a botched bird execution. 21st annual celebration of the time some guy tried to chop a head off a chicken and missed. The chicken’s name was Mike and he lost his face, eyes, beak, etc. Mike managed to live another 18 months before expiring. Sad times
We went in to town to listen to the “good” band play Saturday night at 7:30, but it turns out the actually good band played Friday night and we missed it. Just like Forest Gump’s box of chocolates
On the plus side more plants are sending up their reproductive parts for the pollinators. It’s been a long, wet, mild spring here and all the growing things are happy about that.
I hiked the D3 trail in the Devil’s Canyon area and went through some sort of warped space thing. I took my GPS with me and the trip out-bound was 1.8 miles. The trip back on the very same trail was 2.4 miles. There is probably a reasonable explanation* for the discrepancy but I prefer the paranormal vortex explanation
My camp-host neighbors cooked up some tasty sausage-stuffed dates wrapped in bacon and smoked with apple-wood in their smoker/ BBQ. I had to defend my plate from the boys. They were super-interested in the tastiness
It’s been raining for most of the past week so I’m a little bored and have some cabin fever. To break out of the doldrums I bought a new rice cooker and have been reading The Feed Zone Cookbook by Biju Thomas and Allen Lim. I’m inspired! Not enough to cook most of what’s in the cookbook, but enough to get a rice cooker and some vegetables
* My GPS was made in 1998 and in April 2019 there was a GPS clock roll-over that likely screwed it up