Author: Steve

When we first moved to Boulder Colorado in 1968, we were blown away by the forest and trails of Flagstaff Mountain.  Flagstaff was not rugged and inaccessible, but small, round and friendly; right there adjacent to town.  A city street is suddenly switchbacks. 

It’s an open Colorado kind of forest with an unobstructed view.  Besides the road, hiking trails lead from town to the top.  Longer challenges snake off into more remote terrain.  In 1968 I wanted to hike every step of every trail.  I think I did.  In 1968 I was blown away.  I still am.

The only time I can catch hummingbirds for photos is when they’re on the feeders.  Otherwise, they’re zooming past our heads in screaming attacks and counter-attacks, as high performance flying darts.

At their calmer moments.

We follow two teams, Colorado and Texas.  Usually it’s Texas that provides all the excitement.  First game of the season, unranked CU 45-42 over seventeenth ranked TCU, runner-up at last year’s National Championship.  Go Buffs!

The twelfth ranked Longhorns didn’t suck either.

Hummingbird fall migration.

The resident buff-bellied.

The migrant ruby-throated.

And the interplay between a female ruby-throated and buff-bellied.

The dogs are awake sometimes as well.