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Jul 16, 2006 10:32

Six days after he called me to say he was coming Marcio finally arrived in Denver. I picked him up from DIA on Tuesday afternoon and my Mom drove him back to the airport early early Friday morning. It was entirely too short a visit, but a glorious one. Wednesday we took off straight from school and drove up to the top of Trailridge Road in Rocky ( Read more... )

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sykotropic July 16 2006, 17:43:37 UTC
That girl's relatives should be smacked upside the head with a walking stick.

Although Fort Collins isn't the South Bronx, I suspect the community of students are similar in many ways. Bad educational experiences and shoddy education possibly coupled with poverty or bare minimum wage. I have found my community college students to be some of the hardest working students. The private college students I just taught I found to be entitled and more interested in "getting by" then the CC students. Not to say that all CC students work hard. They don't. But you have to respect the ones who put in a full days work, raise their family and still get to school and get their assignments done.

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bike4fish July 16 2006, 21:10:57 UTC
Leaving the kid behind is criminal. They needed to get her back down to lower altitude immediately. And after vomiting, she would be in real danger of dehydration. I hope she tells her parents never to abandon her with her cousins again.

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sweetmmeblue July 17 2006, 00:06:11 UTC
I did not realize there were other peaks besides Pike's Peak that was above 14,000 ft. and I thought Pike's Peak was the highest. Go you! Even when I lived in CO I never did that level of altitude. We drove up Pike's Peak and that was enough for me. Did you encounter snow on your climb? Ive seen snow on top of PP in May-June.

As for the people who left their sick cousin, someone should have reported them. I can't believe that. Geez!

Glad you are having a good time.

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