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Louisville

In our continuing effort to divest ourselves of some colorado property, we have had the trailer removed from the lot behind our house. The demo guy broke away all the bricks and concrete, looked underneath, and found the axles and wheels intact. Forty-five years after it was installed, a little air in the tires and it was good to go. He hauled it out to Longmont and salvaged it. Back the next day with some dirt and a bobcat, and the lot is done. We’ve got the fence scheduled to go up later this month.
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Two nights ago

Two nights ago, the low temperature was twenty-two degrees. Tonight, the low will be eighty. What a difference a little distance makes. We left Creede, Colorado at nearly nine thousand feet, and, over the course of two days, descended south to Phoenix. Easy driving, we took a looping route, no mountain passes, by following the Rio Grande, east to the San Luis Valley, then out the south end of the valley into New Mexico, picking up the Interstate at Santa Fe, abandoning the Rio Grande at Albuquerque, and heading west on Interstate 40. We spent the night at Gallup. Got Cassin’s kingbirds there. Today, we continued west to Flagstaff, still at altitude, seven thousand feet, then did the big drop to Phoenix at about fifteen hundred. Now we’re suffering separation anxiety, having plugged the motorhome in at an RV Park and left it in favor of the conference hotel. It’s a nice room here at the Wild Horse Pass Resort in Chandler. It looks out over a recreated Gila River, complete with complimentary riverboats that cruise past every fifteen minutes. Got a Gamble’s quail and a Verdin. Pet friendly, so Annie can enjoy this with us. The conference starts tomorrow.
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Creede

Creede downtown. Yes, it is rush hour. That’s the client on the right, the theatre.
Last week we had a three mile commute (round trip) from the campground to the client in Grand Lake. This week, more driving, we have a ten mile round trip.
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Creede

Got in a traffic jam today, just as we entered town. A fishing guide, pulling a drift boat on a trailer, had pulled his truck alongside another truck to roll down the window and talk. We had to drive around.
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Creede

The town of Grand Lake is named after the largest natural lake in Colorado, Grand Lake. The lake is fed by the Grand River, except it’s not called the Grand River anymore, they renamed it the Colorado River. I guess they could have followed it downstream, renaming everything else too, but decided not to. Grand Lake, Grand County, Grand Junction, Grand Mesa, Grand Canyon. From Grand Lake to Creede, a 300 mile mountain day. From Northern Colorado, right down the middle, to Southern Colorado. From the headwaters of the Colorado, past the headwaters of the Arkansas, to the headwaters of the Rio Grande. A river Day. Only one high mountain pass, Fremont, 11,200, right before Leadville. Pretty much all downhill from there, except for Poncha Pass into the San Luis Valley, but that’s not even 10,000 feet high. Creede. What a place. It looks like a movie set. Not just the town, everything.