The afternoon started with a swim in the snow up a hill by Frisco, CO
The swim afforded me this shot peering into the Gore Range.
From a near by vantage, I snagged up this shot. Then, called it a day after a few hours of snow groveling.
Then, this evening or not really, almost this morning I got a few shots of the Flatirons.
I got a total of four shots in about 45 minutes.
The Full Moon to my back was a wonderful fill.
Went to a carving party this evening and took some images of the finished products
My wife craved this awesome one.
I carved this bumpkin (on purpose)
Group
The smoker carved this one.
A coating of ice in the shocks
I rode home from work at 0440 hours last Wednesday during Colorado’s first statewide snow storm. My upper body fared well, but my lower extremities with ice sheets for pants did not. For most of the ride I was able to pedal hard and fast to keep my legs moderately warm. However, towards the end as the chain started slipping and the speed decreased the chills set in. By the time I got home I was borderline hypothermic….or maybe completely hypothermic.
My icy filled water boots were frozen shut and I had to knife the laces to get out. Then, well I’ll just say I ended up wrapped in a blanket on the couch for a bit. After a few moments on the couch is when I realized the bike was coated with maybe a pound of ice as I heard it melting onto the entry pad of our home.
I also wrote something with the above title, but waiting to see if I can publish it else where before it goes up here.
Just a few links on the topic:
Planet Bike for your shopping needs
Bonds
When I was a child,
I loved my Family
with ignorance.
When I was a youth,
I feared my Family
with lies.
When I was a punk,
I hated my Family
with knowledge.
When I was and adult,
I loved my Family
with wisdom.
Mount Audubon: Indian Peaks Wilderness
Shall Old Growth disappear?
Shall the honeybee disappear?
Where shall we be?
Will we keep the Old Growth.
Will we keep the Colony.
Old Growth is key,
If we cut
a swath, then
replace
with new space.
Only to cut
new growth
every decade.
The equation,
doesn’t function.
If the bees,
vanish.
Shall our lives
be vanquished?
A migratory bee keeper
might be a downfall.
When a scientific intrusion
of reproduction utilized
or
monoculture farming continues
with deathly results.
We need our local
Old growth.
We need our local
Honeybee.
We might keep
our local diverse farms.
We might decrease
our water vapor.
– Joe Poulton 2011