Steve and Judy's Travels!

It was a quiet morning until the moose staggered through our campsite followed by an escort of park rangers.  The young guy made it through the pondside willows and fell into the lake.

We think the moose came from the area around Lyons, about 20 miles to the west northwest of here.  He had been in the park for a couple days, and was just too close to the interstate highway for comfort, so they darted him.  The tranquilization didn’t go exactly as planned because the moose made it to the water and had to be rescued while unconscious.  They hauled him back to the shoreline and got him on a tarp.

They relocated the moose and tarp, first back to our campsite,

then into a horse trailer,

where he was left to wake up on his own

When he was awake and standing

they hauled him off and released him in the hills west of Boulder.

Kent and Ruth live in Seattle.

We met up in Colorado this trip!

We’ve known Kent since the 1960s.  We used to live close enough to spend a lot of time together when the kids were little.  It’s always a treat.

I’m led to believe those traditional Dutch windmills are called “mills” because they were used for milling grain.  And wind turbines are “turbines” because they’re generating electricity.  Then what are those icons from the American west called; those things with blades that spin in the wind and draw water up to the stock tank?

Puff the magic dragon continues alive and well in Becky and Brian’s yard.