Tag: Junior Wonder

One Eye Open…

The Tech Sergeant rang early enough this morning that I was not yet out of bed. As many of you know, this is not a disturbance I take lightly, particularly when I wake up sounding like a frog courtesy of spring allergies.

Fortunately, as I later noted, he’s on the short list of people who do not face full hedgehog wrath when I’m awoken in such a state. And if you have to ask, you’re not on the list. But in case you wondered what hedgehog wrath looks like, I share with you my bad drawing skills.

A Little More Colorado….

I promise, this is the last of the vacation picture posts….

So, remember a couple of posts ago I mentioned climbing up a rock structure after the Tech Sergeant? This would be what we were climbing. We did not do the entire structure, obviously, but you can see here why it’s called a fan.

On the way home we stopped by a small church (St. Catherine of Siena) that seems to be rather secluded among the hills. A gorgeous structure though–my flash in the near dark doesn’t do it justice. Pope John Paul II stopped here one time.


And for whatever reason my flash registered the light shining on the front of the church as green. It wasn’t quite this spooky (although…I enjoy the spooky nature of the photo). The church was surrounded by several little streams that all fed into a lake/marshy area. It was also built on an enormous boulder.

It was quite a trip, filled with so much natural beauty that I don’t think one can fully comprehend without actually seeing it in person. But I hope the pictures give you some idea.

I headed back Tuesday (after catching the Rockies vs. Giants game Monday and enjoying a hot dog at the very gorgeous stadium) and it’s back to library deadlines for me. I almost found my desk on Wednesday and hopefully by the time this posts I’ll be back towards “caught up.” Maybe.

The Natural Beauty of Rocky Mountain National Park

My third day in Colorado, after alpacas, we drove into Rocky Mountain National Park and up the mountain trail. It’s a single car wide hard pack dirt road that winds you up through the mountains. Relatively tight turns and constant climbing, along with quite a number of stunning sites to pull over and photograph the view. Some of these are out the window of the SUV, some are when we would pull over and hop out. These are only a few.

It felt like you could see forever


Even in the last days of August there was still snow

They let you climb 200 feet or so up to the top of this mountain. Our hearts were racing on the climb from the lack of oxygen but once at the top we were okay. We were above the treeline. What does it say about humans when we climb above where the trees can’t grow?

Oh….right–that we like an incredible view.


On the way back down we caught this pretty lady by the side of the road. Many of the cars stopped and people hopped out to take pictures as she had a snack and then crossed to the other side.

Climb Up the Mountain; Slide Down the Stream

I’ll probably have to break this into two/three posts–it’s very picture heavy. And if you have no interest in what I do when I’m not at work…best to move along for a couple of days. These are the dreaded “look at my vacation photo” posts. Just be glad I’m not forcing you to sit through all 180 pictures that are on my computer (150 of which are being slowly uploaded into Flickr).

After nearly ten months of planning (last year before Christmas) the Tech Sergeant and I headed for TS’s parents’ place in Colorado. They are about 30 minutes out of Boulder, with an absolutely incredible mountain backdrop outside the windows. I’d never been that far west before (Minneapolis and Des Moines just don’t feel west to me, for all that they are on the other side of the Mississippi) and the difference there was just amazing.

Somehow I’d forgotten the elementary studies of Colorado where they mention that it’s a desert. Along with Denver being a mile above sea level, which my lungs took note of but didn’t complain about too much, it’s dry. We never went anywhere without a bottle of water or three and of course all of that hydration meant I took quite the tour of powder rooms across the Longmont/Boulder/Denver/Estes Park area.

Our second day there I was pried out of bed at a wholly unreasonable hour to go fishing. The hour was made only slightly less unacceptable in that I gained an hour flying out. But I’d promised and so I duly suited up in hip waders and followed our knowledgeable and very patient guide into a stream. This particular stream happens to be one of many that comes from snow melt. In late August it was very chilly water.

(Tech Sergeant in the Blue Hat–Me–and Guide JB)

I’d never been fly fishing before but enjoyed the meditative quiet of it, casting and trailing the line. And while I would have been most content with that–I did catch a fish.

No worries, he’s still swimming. Trout where we were are catch and release only and I was very happy to let this one swim away.

The next morning was my turn to pop out of bed bright and early–for while he wanted to take me fishing, I wanted TS to go with me to the alpaca festival. And thus, with Mom and Dad (his not mine), we headed up to Estes Park and Rocky Mountain National Park.

(Tech Sergeant and Me)

After petting lots of alpaca and some alpaca yarn purchases (so pretty, so fluffy and soft) and after alllllmost talking his mom into a gorgeous felted alpaca coat (and an alpaca or three…), we had lunch in Rocky Mountain National Park, by the Alluvial Fan, which was created in 1982 when a natural dam broke and sent water and boulders hurtling through a pass. TS decided he wanted to climb up to one of the ridges and so he and I charged up the side of the mountain. (These shoes ended up being perfect for this kind of gallivanting up rocks and down cold streams.) Here’s the view from where we stopped–if you blow the picture up we started at the small wooden bridge in the bottom right corner.

Now that we’d achieved up—we had to navigate down. Did I mention we were standing next to a stream?

The water had made a lot of the huge boulders very slippery–so what we couldn’t climb down we just slid down. Made it to nearly the bottom in one piece–and then waded out in even more frigid water than the day before for a photo op (not on my camera). The water was COLD!!!

Meg, who patiently let me shove my camera in her face, is here to tell you there’s more…but in another post.

Random Quote Sunday: I’m in Colorado….

At least, I will be on Sunday. I’m hanging out with the one of my best friends and his parents.

In preparation of getting ready to go:

“I forgot to plan around the orange hat. I’m going to have to go home and reevaluate. Can a pink tank top work with a burnt orange hat?”

Discussing seafood–which I don’t eat:

“When the eating instructions at the table involve “cut/tear the head off…” and it’s not a marshmallow peep or chocolate rabbit…”

And what are we on?

“Plan Q…because we know I passed plans A, B and C a looooong time ago.”

While Madame Director found it both amusing and…strangely normal, I still don’t think she was expecting me to announce that I was going to an alpaca festival over the weekend. Hiking and fishing, okay… alpaca and Stephen King? But the 50SPF and I are off having a marvelous time. The alpaca yarn and I will be home soon.

(Have I mentioned how much I love scheduling posts in advance?)