Passing by the little Church of the Asymmetrical Air Conditioner in Walsenburg we returned
home
to renew our not always successful attempts to make it up the creek until
Saturday when we were back at the Farmer’s Market [though not El Depot, which was backed up onto the highway with last week’s garbage; never again, dudes; you’re sweet ‘n’ all but a little
too inconsistent]. We skipped Sunday’s Creek Walking
as our overnight visitors
stayed through the morning, then had to quit early that afternoon for a hike to Betsey’s
[Library, not Betsey’s, seen below] to collect some possessions of Izel’s left/lost last week.
Monday we finally reached the edge of the forest again, then fell back to
Dean’s
where in addition to exuberances of color, art and travel news we picked up Lola’s pills,
also destined for Vancouver, and returned through a hopeful Future Forest, a phenomenon
some [“If they sprout, tear ’em out!”] here eschew but decidedly not us. Meanwhile the rains continued to maddeningly circumvent our immediate vicinity save for a brief intense deluge
before dinner which drove everyone in off the porch, everyone in this case being Patsy briefly
down from her mountain, the Spellpeople briefly up from Mountain Water and good neighbor Mary Ann bearing herbs essential for the potato salad, all for another One of Those Evenings – food wine and hilarity – not overly indulgent these days but even so one is left to pay a certain
price the next despite. Tuesday, dim and -inished, saw a warm mid-morning slog up the creek, again only as far as the forest’s entrance…not shown, really, as Eliot Porter I ain’t.
Wildflowers, grasses and young cottonwoods on the way up,
UPS on the way down…we all have our ups and our downs.
Like, for instance, up to Pueblo the very next day for Target – Salvation Army donations -Toyota
Fedex
[temperatures are indicative of parking lots; actual temps were somewhat lower] –
Walgreens – Teeth Cleaning – Big Bear Liquor – Safeway – Vitamin Cottage –
Jorge’s in the Bessemer District as well as
Gagliano’s and
Home. To collapse except…Puppies!
Yikes, Patsy saw a flyer for Border Collie Golden Retrievers in Westcliffe and so, with Kiku
listening in, Linny had to call and now it seems we’re leaving for Westcliffe Thursday morning to inspect the last two, a boy and a girl [which may sound familiar to anyone with a memory long enough to recall our “puppy summer” of 2000, first year of the house at Wall Spring and first year of the legendary Dazzle and Speckle.] but these will be bigger and…who knows?
When I saw the photo of the Church of the Asymmetrical Air Conditioner I immediately wanted to call it the CHURCH OF THE HALF WAY. It’s charming. Like the rainbow against clouds. 114? I guess they don’t call it the desert for nothing. We’re going to have to come up with another word for the “warming” part of global warming.
Not the desert; just the edge of the plains…
Got dawgs? Border collie golden retriever? Is that a mix or two separate dawgs?
Is that Izel on the moto? He can’t be that big, can he?
Izel is nether that big nor that fair; the person in question was Zane Bob Vogel, astride one of dad’s several motos in th eback of one of dad’s several pickups, though rumor had it that mom was taking over the Tacoma once they reached Laramie and conrad would have to be content with an old F-250. As for Izel, by that time he was already in Brooklyn…
Go for the two dog night- your life will never be the same…ditto for Aggie’s. Well, ok, 2 might be 1 2 many but….114 in the parking lot? Time to consider activating your long dormant Canadian birthright, and move to a country that is more sane by soooooo many metrics.
From our man of late in Banff [perhaps by now arrived in Vancouver] Canada ain’t half bad…as for what happened with the doggies, stay tuned for the next installment…
Enjoyed Eva B’s bold gentle work from the last missive, which I finally got to, and thanks for the heads up on Jaime deAngulo. Will forage!
Bold and Gentle…very good. Yes; well put…
Eliot Porter! Now there is a name from the past (but, IMHO, you’re a better photographer. And 114°, wow! Is that from a car thermometer?
Yes, car thermometer parked on Evans outside of Jorge’s…
Loved the color of your local burg….in so many ways. The found sculpture with the twisted piece of wood was wonderful.
Come down to AZ next time you want some truly mind frying parking lot temperatures.
I don’t envy you your parking lot temps but the life you guys have made for yourselves is pretty sweet…