Into the misty mountains, nearly a-faint from unloading at altitude, local rodents and the scenery;

Eluding the skunk we venture up the road at least a small bit to find Dean at home in the dome, alive with 70’s free jazz and 4D;

Then…well, late nights or nights of revelry unrecorded so let’s just say here’s a whole pile of pictures with few explanations, though this first one’s the remains of a sweat lodge up the hill from us, followed by our immediate environs…

A year for grasses, piñons and gravel;

Dogs up Dry Creek and more grasses; amazing growths of grasses everywhere even where years of Vincie’s horses and drought had left Linny’s meadow just “weeds” and dust;

Apologies to W. Eugene Smith, con perros…

After evenings of natural lights we investigate the artificiality of malls in Pueblo and, unexpectedly, Colorado Springs as well…

A welcome detour to Jorge’s in the Bessemer District on the way back sweetens our return to the mountains,

Where maybe things will even out after awhile……though not if the GPR guys have anything to say about it.  Water, we think they’re after water this time; any water left un-poisoned after the frackers?

 

Maybe.

 

M