The white and lavender Columbine, Aquilegia caerules, Colorado's state flower. We found bunches by the thousands as we drove through the Lead King Basin. We viewed magnificent fields of all kinds of spectacular wildflowers with backdrops of waterfalls that washed down the mountain sides as we slowly drove up the endless switchbacks.
Sunday, July 31, 2005
July 4, 2001 at Schofield Pass. We were the tail end of a winching party sponsored by Pull-Pal. The first jeep winched up the steep snow field using a Pull-Pal, then the rest of the jeeps winched up to each other. Thank goodness we were doing this for fun on a warm sunny day.
It's July 31 and I'm STANDING on the Schofield Pass Road that leads to Crested Butte. Do NOT attempt to take the road past Crystal up to Schofield Park, unless you know what you're doing (i.e. pack a pull-pal), and you are also crazy. The second portion of the road after Schofield Pass is known as the 'Devils Punch Bowl'. There have been deaths (17 at last count) and very serious accidents every year. If you need Jeep parts, there are two Jeeps, one on top of the other, about a mile east of Crystal, and about 100 feet straight down from the road.
The Crystal River is clear, ice cold, water spawned from the melting snow from the peaks and valleys of the Elk Range. From Crystal Falls to the top of Crystal Gorge is a picture postcard run of whitewater that is well suited for expert kayakers - class III to V. Swimming with Gema was out of the question, I could barely stand in the water for not more than 2 minutes before my toes turned blue. Gema's curiosity took her into the whitewash of the falls, she really loves the water.
'The Crystal Mill' was known as the Sheep Mountain Power House, and was located on the Lost Horse Millsite. Constructed in 1893, it harnessed the river adjacent to the mill to power the air compressor housed inside. Early engineers had built a dam across the river, which funneled water down the vertical penstock (the ladder-like structure) onto a horizontal wheel, which drove an axle in the penstock. The penstock powered the air compressor. In turn, the enormous compressor ran drills in the nearby Sheep Mountain and Bear Mountain mines. The drills were used to bore holes in the mine walls for the placement of dynamite. Once the dynamite was detonated, the miners removed the ore. The mill closed its operations in 1917.
Marble, Colorado is basically a ghost town about 17 miles southwest of Aspen, as the crow flies. At one time it was home to thousands of people, many of them Italian immigrants, working the marble obtained from the Yule Quarry in a finishing mill, which was the world's largest. The marble for the Lincoln Memorial, the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, and hundreds of other buildings, was quarried and finished here.
Saturday, July 30, 2005
Fly Fishing on the Roaring Fork. I was on the downstream side of the train tressel and getting all excited over the browns going after the terrestrials right in front of me. I faintly heard Ted (Donahue) yelling something, I just thought he had a fish on and if he was in trouble I'd snag him on the way by. I stepped further out into the river and looked up stream to see Ted's rod almost bent in half. I quickly ran back through the overgrown vegitation under the tressel to help him land this 18" monster.
Saturday, July 23, 2005
Jolley Ranch Fire: On the way back home I saw my neighbors, Richard and Jana Sorensen, on their porch so I stopped in to chat about the fire. It turns out that he is arranging to get a buddy's huge semi water truck and head up to the fire. I went home and quickly changed and tagged along for the ride. We filled the truck up with water, 4000 gal (technically stolen), and made our way up to Jolley Mesa. It was my first time as a firefighter. The cool part was that I rode shotgun on the gas tank of the water truck up the mountain in a cloud of dust made by the semi's hauling big dozers. We got to put out a sting of fires along a cutline, very exciting.
Jolley Ranch Fire: The evening started out by driving to Grand Junction to drop off our Baldwin Park closing packet at FedEx, eating dinner, and sharing a turtle sundae at Coldstone, then we made our way back home - no biggie. Just as the Rifle Airport mesa came into view, I noticed what looked like a huge dust devil on the (Brett) Jolley mesa, east of the Airport. As we got closer we saw that it was a fire and it was getting big, and growing quickly. This was around 7:30p. At 10:30 I saw the glow of the fire over the Hogback and drove west with gema on 6&24 to get a better view and snapped this shot. The picture doesn't do the event justice.
Thursday, July 21, 2005
Friday, July 15, 2005
Baldwin Park - Hal and I are neighbors once again, kinda.
Just a couple miles from downtown, the narrow streets with front porches set close to wide sidewalks make it a friendly, walk-about sort of place. We have two lakes, Lake Baldwin and Lake Susannah, are perfect for recreation or to be eaten by a 1200lb alligator. There are plenty of parks, playgrounds, ball fields and open spaces for everyone to enjoy. This is part of the top-rated WinterPark school district.
Floor Plan
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Sunday, July 10, 2005
To be a kid again, nothing but wind in your face and who cares if it's 55 degrees and overcast.
'You wake up late for school - man you don't wanna go
You ask you mom, "Please?" - but she still says, "No!"
You missed two classes - and no homework
But your teacher preaches class like you're some kind of jerk
You gotta fight for your right to party' - Beastie Boys
8 Seconds and a high score earns you $50k. Delle and I met a couple cowboys at the SLC airport and they were flying up to compete in the Steer Wrestling event. These guys were huge. They tour all summer to different rodeos in pursuit of the that all mighty purse, they could walk away with cash or a new pickup. They made it sound easy until we watched them both get their asses kicked and walk away with a fist full of dirt.
This is the actual West Jet sponsored chuck wagon raced during the Stampede. At the starting line 4 teams of thoroughbreds per heat (9) are hitched to their light wagons, hearts racing, eyes wide open, breathing fire. The drivers know that they can run a horse to it's death, the drivers also remember that they have cheated death many times before and just maybe this will be their last race.
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
Monday, July 04, 2005
Just Add Water. It all started with the Irrigation or Irratation blog and $4500 later we can now be free to go on vacation!