Rocky Mountain High

The day started with iffy weather.
It started raining as we left the condo, and continued to spit here and there.
We drove up a bit, past Montezuma – an interesting gathering of houses.
The road through Montezuma is unmaintained, or perhaps maintained to keep speeds down.
The houses ranged from old falling down cabins, to nice new large wood edifices, to a grain silo turned into a house, and everything in between. Not bad for probably less than 50 altogether. 

We then kept on the dirt road following Deer Creek, climbing up Teller Mountain.
After a bit we left the car and continued on foot.
I call this road the road of many creeks.
All the way up it was crossed with rivulets, some of which followed the road for several yards before falling off on the other side. 

The first bit was in an area full of bushes and ponds with Deer Creek running through the center of it all.
The road climbed at different inclines and curved back and forth. Only a few true switch-backs.
Wildflowers were prevalent amid the live trees, dead trees, fallen trees, and rocks.
Bob and Doris stopped after a bit and Carl, Ashlan & I continued up.
We eventually came out above most of the trees for quite a view all around at about 12,000 feet.
There was still snow at the top of some of the peaks. 

When we finally made our way back down to the car lunch was waiting.
We found a 5 seater log and settled in.
Well the settling took a bit.
When Carl sat down first, the log moved.
When Ashlan sat down on the other end, the log shifted more, threatening to roll down the slope.
So we wedged a rock beneath one end and the rest of us carefully sat down. 

All was well, and lunch was good – minus the tomatoes and bananas left behind – oops.
Until Bob, then Doris, and finally Ashlan got up.
The log then decided the rock was not really enough to hold it in place and almost dumped Carl & I on our bums.
Well we were already on our bums, but it tried to rid itself of our bums and introduce us to the nearby ground. 

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Back closer to home we paused by Lake Dillon, and then home again. 

The Harms - three generations at Lake Dillon

Tonight we have to pack and be ready to jet out early tomorrow morning. 

And Jane – in case you are reading – I occasionally ask people to write down interesting things that we see along the way in our vacations, because I know I will not remember them myself. Of course you have to remember to look for these jottings. Today I found a note from our Tennessee vacation about a sign that made me think of you. 

Jane Hurt Yarn 

This was in the Tallulah Falls area of Georgia. Any comments?

3 Responses to “Rocky Mountain High”

  1. regenaxe Says:

    Great Pics! Keep having fun!! Go Cards!!! Er, I mean Mariners!!!!

    Le Marquis

  2. jane Says:

    Jane Hurt Yarn — well, I’m thinking that I’m wearing a sweater and fell down and put a hole in the elbow — and hurt the yarn.

    I certainly don’t do anything else with yarn besides wearing it, so that’s the best I’ve got.

    I was walking down from the top of a volcano in Bali (climbed up to watch the sunrise!) and slid on the scree, cutting my knee and putting a hole in my light cotton pants. similar to hurting yarn?

  3. regenaxe Says:

    Jane didn’t hurt the yarn, the yarn is a story about how Jane hurt.

    “When the bully said mean things to Jane’s friend, Jane went berserk and pounded the bully until his nose bled.”

    (I’m thinking of the scene in “The Christmas Story” as I write this.)

    –Pooh

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