Right across the Colorado River from us.
Colorado River State Park
We’re here now. 2016 Summer Trip Map We’re all set through the Memorial Day Weekend. It’s always important to get reservations for major holiday weekends. We had to leave the Front Range a few days before we meant to. We ran out of room there. It’s nice to be here too.
Oops
Didn’t mean to drive back to Glenwood Springs today. We thought this was going to be a quiet day at Rifle Gap State Park. Woke up in the early morning light with indigestion though. I told Judy it was probably from the Chinese Food we had for dinner last night (it was excellent). We talked a little more about what hurt and how, and she called “bullshit” on my story, found a Urologist in Glenwood and got me an appointment for this afternoon. She was right (of course). My indigestion story didn’t hold up. I’m passing a kidney stone. No problem though, it has moved quite a ways down the ureter already. No reason to think I won’t make it the rest of the way through by myself (with the help of some painkillers). It doesn’t hurt all the time; just when it wants. No drastic measures needed. (Now the tiny little 2.2mm kidney stone is the boss of me,) We like it here. This is our campsite and view.
We’ve done it again
We moved on. 2016 Summer Trip Map Stopped at Rifle Gap State Park for a couple nights. Looped right back to Glenwood in the car for dinner with Jon and Deb.
We met Deb at the Physics Center in Aspen at least 20 years ago and have been able to keep in touch ever since. No cell or internet connection at Rifle Gap. We’ll carry the computer back and forth to town to send and receive.
We met Deb at the Physics Center in Aspen at least 20 years ago and have been able to keep in touch ever since. No cell or internet connection at Rifle Gap. We’ll carry the computer back and forth to town to send and receive. No more baby owl saga
The owls have moved on. Of the three babies, the smallest was the most active. He’s the one we watched venturing farther out onto the branch than the others. He’s the one losing his balance and waving his arms (wings) trying to regain it, falling over backwards, and bouncing to a stop several branches below. It was an hours-long scramble, crawling, climbing, hopping, and flapping his way back up. Then, within a couple days, they just flew away. Mom is no longer standing in the sentry tree across the road. They’re all gone until the next batch next year. In the meantime, here are geese and baby geese.
Now you see them.
Now you don’t.
Must be practicing coordinated evasive maneuvers.
Now you see them. Now you don’t. Must be practicing coordinated evasive maneuvers.