GREAT QUARTZ OF GOOGIDYPIG!
Greetings!
Right, I went to Colorado it was awesome, i did not want to come back, petras didn't want to come back. If we had not had to return my parents car, I'm not sure we would have come back.
When we returned i was depressed and delved into the world of genre fiction and I've finally emerged ready to face the midwest and all it's non-awesome hiking, fishing, horse riding, insane biking, and wildlife encounter-ness. Other than a bear shitting on the patio of the cabin, we didn't see too much wildlife around there. The standard horde of hummingbirds, we killed at least 20 giant horseflies who have returned since we're in the second year of non-drout there. It was strange leaving a dried out brittle midwest to arrive in a lush(for Colorado) green landscape. Though driving into to Boulder to get to the canyon that you drive up to reach the town near the cabin, it reached 107 degrees. YAY for arid grasslands! Everything looks different than i remember, growing up it was always too dry out there, we had one or two years that weren't, but trails i remember as dusty and rocky are sided by scores of wildflowers. It's very strange but awesome. There was still only an 8% moisture level, and some hippy down in Eldora(town closest to the cabin that 7-8 years ago was almost a ghost town) thought our cabin's chimney smoke was a forest fire. He ran up our driveway (the one often confused with a jeep road) with his chocolate lab and a shovel, and was surprised to see 5 young adults attempting to carve boats out of logs. Yes that day we had decided to have a boat race. He explained we had better call in his mistake, while in a very high stupor he talked about how awesome the cabin was, and how lucky we were to experience living in the mountains. I went inside to call the fire department, but they still insisted on sending some more volunteers up to double check. Petras told the man about my grandfather designing the cabin and he and his family and friends (great aunts and uncles and great grandparents) had built it.
Anywho, i ran down the road to meet back up with Andy and Petras and the high guy whose dog was swimming in our creek, to talk with the people driving a giant diesel pick-up up the road. they got to the bridge and then worried about breaking it, so they got out and walked the rest of the way up to our cabin. Good thing too, 'cause last year that same kind of truck had broken part of the bridge, and i reallt didn't want to fix it. They stood around and chatted with us, as is the way of people out there, I asked if they needed help backing their truck down, and they declined. So instead i sat on a large rock overhang and listened to the trails and tribulations of backing a truck that size down a road as narrow as ours.
The sign i put up to warn mountain bikers that they were leaving national forest trail and entering private property seems to have worked since i didn't hit anyone, though i didn't real see anyone either, just evidence of their passing. Petras and i went to Estes Park and Rocky Mountain National Park for 2 days after our other friends had left. We saw lots and lots of Elk, Mountain Jays, ground squirrels, marmots and a pika. There were also several stupid Texans feeding animals right next to signs explaining how the animals starve in winter because of handouts, and get hit by cars. My concilation? black plague is running rampant on the Western Slope, and those little ground squirels are ripe carriers of it.
At home Petras and I attended the Wisconsin State Fair, and ate lots of wonderful fair food (that would kill a person in 1 year if eaten everyday). We saw goats, horses, cows, sheep, and lots of bunnies. I think I will get a mini rex sometime soon, their fur is like long fuzzy velvet. Ann hung out with us, and we began terrible schemes, the most mild of which is perhaps getting a horse when i finish college.
wah! a lot to be said! oh, some people don't know what my cabin looks like, so i will post links to some pics? oki? ok
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/HyperrrMouse/DCP94938.jpg this is a few years old, still a drout year and it has a new rood now
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/HyperrrMouse/DCP94942.jpg and that's our other cabin, the Doodlebug, it was moved log by log down the mountain to its current location. It was owned by a miner and his wife who was a teacher in a town that now no longer exists.
Right, I went to Colorado it was awesome, i did not want to come back, petras didn't want to come back. If we had not had to return my parents car, I'm not sure we would have come back.
When we returned i was depressed and delved into the world of genre fiction and I've finally emerged ready to face the midwest and all it's non-awesome hiking, fishing, horse riding, insane biking, and wildlife encounter-ness. Other than a bear shitting on the patio of the cabin, we didn't see too much wildlife around there. The standard horde of hummingbirds, we killed at least 20 giant horseflies who have returned since we're in the second year of non-drout there. It was strange leaving a dried out brittle midwest to arrive in a lush(for Colorado) green landscape. Though driving into to Boulder to get to the canyon that you drive up to reach the town near the cabin, it reached 107 degrees. YAY for arid grasslands! Everything looks different than i remember, growing up it was always too dry out there, we had one or two years that weren't, but trails i remember as dusty and rocky are sided by scores of wildflowers. It's very strange but awesome. There was still only an 8% moisture level, and some hippy down in Eldora(town closest to the cabin that 7-8 years ago was almost a ghost town) thought our cabin's chimney smoke was a forest fire. He ran up our driveway (the one often confused with a jeep road) with his chocolate lab and a shovel, and was surprised to see 5 young adults attempting to carve boats out of logs. Yes that day we had decided to have a boat race. He explained we had better call in his mistake, while in a very high stupor he talked about how awesome the cabin was, and how lucky we were to experience living in the mountains. I went inside to call the fire department, but they still insisted on sending some more volunteers up to double check. Petras told the man about my grandfather designing the cabin and he and his family and friends (great aunts and uncles and great grandparents) had built it.
Anywho, i ran down the road to meet back up with Andy and Petras and the high guy whose dog was swimming in our creek, to talk with the people driving a giant diesel pick-up up the road. they got to the bridge and then worried about breaking it, so they got out and walked the rest of the way up to our cabin. Good thing too, 'cause last year that same kind of truck had broken part of the bridge, and i reallt didn't want to fix it. They stood around and chatted with us, as is the way of people out there, I asked if they needed help backing their truck down, and they declined. So instead i sat on a large rock overhang and listened to the trails and tribulations of backing a truck that size down a road as narrow as ours.
The sign i put up to warn mountain bikers that they were leaving national forest trail and entering private property seems to have worked since i didn't hit anyone, though i didn't real see anyone either, just evidence of their passing. Petras and i went to Estes Park and Rocky Mountain National Park for 2 days after our other friends had left. We saw lots and lots of Elk, Mountain Jays, ground squirrels, marmots and a pika. There were also several stupid Texans feeding animals right next to signs explaining how the animals starve in winter because of handouts, and get hit by cars. My concilation? black plague is running rampant on the Western Slope, and those little ground squirels are ripe carriers of it.
At home Petras and I attended the Wisconsin State Fair, and ate lots of wonderful fair food (that would kill a person in 1 year if eaten everyday). We saw goats, horses, cows, sheep, and lots of bunnies. I think I will get a mini rex sometime soon, their fur is like long fuzzy velvet. Ann hung out with us, and we began terrible schemes, the most mild of which is perhaps getting a horse when i finish college.
wah! a lot to be said! oh, some people don't know what my cabin looks like, so i will post links to some pics? oki? ok
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/HyperrrMouse/DCP94938.jpg this is a few years old, still a drout year and it has a new rood now
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/HyperrrMouse/DCP94942.jpg and that's our other cabin, the Doodlebug, it was moved log by log down the mountain to its current location. It was owned by a miner and his wife who was a teacher in a town that now no longer exists.
