…and fire off a few shots.
Sometimes I get lucky.
Sometimes I get lucky. Campground mystery
I understand how to secure a structure in place. You dig a hole in the ground, stick a post in it, pour concrete around the post, and you’ve got a nice secure base. It’s not going anywhere. Then I notice this picnic cover structure.
It looks like the shelter is right where they put it. But looking more closely at the concrete around the post…
The concrete is off on an odd angle. The surface is not perpendicular to the post like you’d expect it to be if the concrete was poured into a hole around a vertical post.
It looks more like it was poured into a hole on the side of a hill, but this ground is level. And the side of the concrete is not vertical like the post. It’s off on an angle too. The post for the shelter is still vertical; it doesn’t look bent. It’s a mystery to me; how the poured concrete can be off at such an odd angle to the post, but the shelter looks like it is right where it’s meant to be.
It looks like the shelter is right where they put it. But looking more closely at the concrete around the post… The concrete is off on an odd angle. The surface is not perpendicular to the post like you’d expect it to be if the concrete was poured into a hole around a vertical post. It looks more like it was poured into a hole on the side of a hill, but this ground is level. And the side of the concrete is not vertical like the post. It’s off on an angle too. The post for the shelter is still vertical; it doesn’t look bent. It’s a mystery to me; how the poured concrete can be off at such an odd angle to the post, but the shelter looks like it is right where it’s meant to be. A busy day
An all-day partners’ meeting.
That was intense. The only break was for our traditional power lunch.
Then it was right back to work.
But even after that, the day wasn’t over. Judy and I moved on to dinner with old friends. Kent doesn’t live in Colorado any more, he’s in the Seattle area, but John B. and Kip, and Todd and Dena are still here. Kent flew out to stay with his brother and we all met up for dinner at Rositas again, just like last year. I totally dropped the ball though. I got so engaged in conversation I never thought to take a picture to memorialize the event. I do, however, have evidence from last year that should suffice. Tonight, same place, same people, same table, we looked exactly like this, only one year later.
That was intense. The only break was for our traditional power lunch. Then it was right back to work. But even after that, the day wasn’t over. Judy and I moved on to dinner with old friends. Kent doesn’t live in Colorado any more, he’s in the Seattle area, but John B. and Kip, and Todd and Dena are still here. Kent flew out to stay with his brother and we all met up for dinner at Rositas again, just like last year. I totally dropped the ball though. I got so engaged in conversation I never thought to take a picture to memorialize the event. I do, however, have evidence from last year that should suffice. Tonight, same place, same people, same table, we looked exactly like this, only one year later. This is what we get
Every afternoon at Becky and Brian’s.
Puff is alive and well, tucked back in the bushes.
Puff is alive and well, tucked back in the bushes. The morning view here at St Vrain State Park
