First frost. Thirty-one degrees last night. The storm has passed.
Brilliant blue morning with frost on the shady side of everything. First
the bottom drops out on a clear night, then the temperature recovers over
the next several days. We’ll be sunny and seventy by the end of the week.
Cortez
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From: Steve Taylor [mailto:spt@thetaylorcompany.net]
Sent: Monday, October 10, 2005 9:16 PM
To: Bill Taylor (E-mail); David Taylor (E-mail); Tom Taylor (E-mail)
Subject: cortez
The consolidation continues. Two cars, the Accord and the Jeep, become one.
Cortez
We watched the eagles dance. Mesa Verde National Park, high on a ridge, standing leafless trees. Four
golden eagles swirling, high overhead, riding the standing wave, folding and
falling from the sky to tumble with each other or flare out and land on the
tree, launching again, soaring on the currents to rejoin the others. Over
and over.
Cortez
Timing is on our side tonight. Sitting here on the western slope, a little
rain off and on, watching the winter storm warnings for the front-range on
the television. We’re not on the front-range. Of course we’ll have to
drive our motorhome in the snow sooner or later. Later would be just fine.
We’ll be happy if that’s where the winter storm stays, on the television.
Cortez
The drive over Lizardhead Pass to Cortez. Fall just goes on and on. With
the elevation range, from five thousand feet to fourteen thousand feet, it
doesn’t all happen at once. Stands of aspen on the hillsides, narrowleaf cottonwoods along the streams.
Classic southwestern Colorado.