{"id":25776,"date":"2020-07-24T20:38:54","date_gmt":"2020-07-24T20:38:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mikesmooreptgs.com\/wordpress\/?p=25776"},"modified":"2020-07-25T02:38:08","modified_gmt":"2020-07-25T02:38:08","slug":"pretty-much-the-same-after-pueblo","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mikesmooreptgs.com\/wordpress\/?p=25776","title":{"rendered":"Pretty much the same after Pueblo*…"},"content":{"rendered":"

We kept going up the creek, leaves looking green, ground looking brown and although<\/p>\n

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occasionally tantalizing clouds would wander over,<\/p>\n

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overcasting and spitting a drop or two<\/p>\n

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which eventually brought the valley three inches to our three…drops,<\/p>\n

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leaving us pretty much dry.<\/p>\n

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Seldom seen son Bryan, enroute from North Carolina<\/a> to Washington<\/a> with stops here and in<\/p>\n

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San Francisco, arrived, treating the girls while the big black scaredy-dog barked and hid<\/p>\n

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unless outside.\u00a0 Four days of short [for BLM**] walks, long [for us] talks and<\/p>\n

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spatially distanced meals ensued.\u00a0 We made it to the Lone Pine, first time in over a year,<\/p>\n

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noted utilities projects in progress along the way,<\/p>\n

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virtually visited with Vancouver,<\/p>\n

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went twice up the creek<\/p>\n

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and once into the Yellow Zone below the house.<\/p>\n

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After Tuesday’s final Ascent to the Pine<\/p>\n

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and a last lunch of quesadillas [not shown]<\/p>\n

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Bryan made it to Grand Junction by the time we took our afternoon walk, on his Way West.<\/p>\n

*Pretty much the same too-much-to-list in the world beyond, too; a Good Christian Congressman*** insulted a Female Colleague**** <\/a>on the steps of the Capitol, Federal Government overreach continued reaching beyond all reasonable boundaries, whether restricting the honest disclosure of a major health disaster [remember the pandemic?], unmarked vans filled with unmarked goons snatching civil rights protesters [remember systemic police racism?] off the streets of any city offensive to The President without Precedent or…or…or…<\/p>\n

Some people refuse to believe in black helicopters, some disbelieve any Covid they can’t see or unmarked vans until they get picked up…though for me last two are mere hearsay [having heard people I know say la Corona killed their relatives and only read about the other] I continue to believe all three exist but I. Just. Won’t…go on about all this shit.\u00a0 I certainly wouldn’t want to offend the alleged 40% of this great country for whom trickle-down sociopathy is the not exactly ‘new’ normal, no.<\/p>\n

**[Bryan Larame\u00e9 Moore, not to be confused with the Bureau of Land Management nor Black Lives Matter]<\/p>\n

***THAT’s what I love about the South…the way they always raise their good Christian Boys to be so genteel and articulate.<\/p>\n

****One can definitively say that Ms. Ocasio-Cortez most subtly reamed Representative Yoho a “whole new a-hole”, and no matter that the Florid A-hole is too much of an idiot to realize it.\u00a0 We are, however, more than happy to adopt a new disparagement, as in “What a Yoho!”.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

We kept going up the creek, leaves looking green, ground looking brown and although occasionally tantalizing clouds would wander over, overcasting and spitting a drop or two which eventually brought the valley three inches to our three…drops, leaving us pretty much dry. Seldom seen son Bryan, enroute from North Carolina to Washington with stops here […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":25790,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-25776","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mikesmooreptgs.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25776","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mikesmooreptgs.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mikesmooreptgs.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mikesmooreptgs.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mikesmooreptgs.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=25776"}],"version-history":[{"count":18,"href":"https:\/\/mikesmooreptgs.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25776\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":25835,"href":"https:\/\/mikesmooreptgs.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25776\/revisions\/25835"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mikesmooreptgs.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/25790"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mikesmooreptgs.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=25776"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mikesmooreptgs.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=25776"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mikesmooreptgs.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=25776"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}