Author: Steve

Got a better nuthatch picture.

On the way between Durango and Golden we passed a mountain. I forget which
mountain it is, but it’s near La Veta Pass.

Did I mention we moved on? We finally finished the job in Conifer, so no
more driving up and down Turkey Creek Canyon to the winter wonderland. On
to Leadville. Ten thousand feet high. It is still snowing every day, but
it is warmer than winter and the ground is clear except for the drifts. We have a few more pictures from the front-range to send, though. We’re not
really bouncing back and forth; we’re proceeding methodically through the
state, in spite of the discontinuity of the order of our reports.

The doctor was right about my knee. He said to buy new shoes, take an
anti-inflammatory, and stay off it for a week and it would feel better. I
did. It did. By the end of the week it didn’t hurt any more. I ran a
little. I ran a quarter mile. It didn’t hurt. I ran a half-mile. I ran a
mile. He said to stay off my knee for a week, but to take the
anti-inflammatory for two weeks, just in case. I did. An interesting thing
happened, though, when I quit taking the anti-inflammatory. The knee came
back. It’s not quite a miracle recovery: a miracle anti-inflammatory
perhaps, but not a miracle recovery. I got some nice new shoes out of the process anyway.

Tony and Brian.