Currently John is enjoying some almost-cooked brownies (we like them a little gooey) eaten with a knife because we seem to have depleted the stockpile of silverware and dishes during the course of this evening. (This may have something to do with the fact that John’s dad provided us all with a “pasta bar” for dinner – it’s always a production, requires the use of all cookware in the kitchen, and ends up being quite tasty.)
Though the cool air and general silence of the mountains is perfection, the dishwasher (yes, we have a dishwasher in our not-so-rustic cabin) is currently working overtime to correct the kitchen situation, and let’s just say it sounds like it’s about to take off every time we turn it on.
So far: we’ve eaten out on the porch for most meals while enjoying a fantastic view of the Rocky Mountains, taken two hikes (one to Ouzel Falls, another to Black Lake), done some reading in the chairs out on the front porch, taken two trips to the grocery store (yes, that’s two trips in two days), and attended a gospel quartet (that was actually a quintet) YMCA program.
If this post is random and makes no sense, that’s because I’m dead tired. I think we hiked about 11 miles today. The view was worth it as you can see below, but the trail was pretty rocky, and my feet still feel a little like Jell-O.
Oh, and we also experienced "krummholz", a German word meaning "bent, twisted, crooked". In the subalpine area on mountains, there are areas of these densely packed, two-foot knarled, trees. After Black Lake, we tried to find Blue Lake, but we were unsuccessful at negotiating the krummholz by traversing the rocks (as described to us in our hiking book). There was no signage, and the krummholz got the better of us. We decided to turn around and make our way back before ever finding the elusive Blue Lake.
(There's my sister-in-law among the kummholz.)
I think that YMCA program last night with the gospel “quartet” (quintet) was my first and last YMCA program experience. The guys who sang hailed from South Dakota.
I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone from South Dakota. I guess with the population that state boasts chances are slim that I would actually know anyone from that area of our country.
The “quartet” sang pretty well and was fairly entertaining as far as gospel quartets who drive all the way to Colorado from South Dakota to sing for probably a few hundred bucks go.
Mind you, I am still getting accustomed to the altitude here, and we hiked yesterday, so I was struggling to keep my eyes open during the hour-long concert.
During a rendition of “I’m Proud to Be an American”, in my tired state, I found it a little too funny when multiple audience members shot up out of their seats to stand at the line in the song that says, “And I’ll gladly stand up…” Ironically, no one stood up for any of the songs about Jesus. The whole religious/political/worshipping God/”worshipping” country dilemma is something I could write a separate blog about. But not today.
The low-point was probably after the “I’m Proud to Be an American” song when the lead singer announced that this is usually when they end their concert…selfishly I start having visions of bed…only to then comment, “But tonight, just for you all, we have two extra pieces we’re going to sing for you.” I managed to stay awake and still got to bed at a pretty early hour.
Oh, and also on the way back to the cabin we stopped by to borrow “National Park Monopoly” from the YMCA. Mostly just to accumulate a couple more dice so we have enough to play Farkel, but we also found it interesting to peruse the properties on the game board. While waiting for the employee to tape up the dilapidated Monopoly box, we found this sign:
Good to know. You know, in case the fire wood doesn’t burn the way we think it should, we’re stuck with it. Or if we don’t use all of it we’re just going to have to eat that $2 and leave some “free” firewood for the next cabin occupants.
And just to make everybody down in the Southern U.S. jealous: it’s in the 70’s here, and that’s about 30 degrees cooler than current Texas weather.
And here’s some of what we get to look at:
(There's my sister-in-law among the kummholz.)I think that YMCA program last night with the gospel “quartet” (quintet) was my first and last YMCA program experience. The guys who sang hailed from South Dakota.
I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone from South Dakota. I guess with the population that state boasts chances are slim that I would actually know anyone from that area of our country.
The “quartet” sang pretty well and was fairly entertaining as far as gospel quartets who drive all the way to Colorado from South Dakota to sing for probably a few hundred bucks go.
Mind you, I am still getting accustomed to the altitude here, and we hiked yesterday, so I was struggling to keep my eyes open during the hour-long concert.
During a rendition of “I’m Proud to Be an American”, in my tired state, I found it a little too funny when multiple audience members shot up out of their seats to stand at the line in the song that says, “And I’ll gladly stand up…” Ironically, no one stood up for any of the songs about Jesus. The whole religious/political/worshipping God/”worshipping” country dilemma is something I could write a separate blog about. But not today.
The low-point was probably after the “I’m Proud to Be an American” song when the lead singer announced that this is usually when they end their concert…selfishly I start having visions of bed…only to then comment, “But tonight, just for you all, we have two extra pieces we’re going to sing for you.” I managed to stay awake and still got to bed at a pretty early hour.
Oh, and also on the way back to the cabin we stopped by to borrow “National Park Monopoly” from the YMCA. Mostly just to accumulate a couple more dice so we have enough to play Farkel, but we also found it interesting to peruse the properties on the game board. While waiting for the employee to tape up the dilapidated Monopoly box, we found this sign:
Good to know. You know, in case the fire wood doesn’t burn the way we think it should, we’re stuck with it. Or if we don’t use all of it we’re just going to have to eat that $2 and leave some “free” firewood for the next cabin occupants.And just to make everybody down in the Southern U.S. jealous: it’s in the 70’s here, and that’s about 30 degrees cooler than current Texas weather.
And here’s some of what we get to look at:
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