Monday, July 4, 2022

Happy Summer

As usual we skipped spring.
We went directly from winter to summer.

Snow is finally melted except on the high peaks.

Indian Paintbrush

We're blessed by rain - the landscape bursts with color.

Corn Husk Lilies (no flowers yet)

Marsh Marigold 

Wildflowers are blooming.

Mornings we have breakfast on the deck.
Afterward, I work in the gardens or hike.

Imperial Peak in distance

Now that I'm 78, my "hikes" are shorter.
Instead of 10 miles, I'm happy with 5 or less.
I think I should call them "wanderings".

Pearly Everlasting

I stop often to admire the scenery.

cub stealing our trash - photo taken by a neighbor

 I let my feet wander, but my mind stays focused.
Moose have just given birth.
Bears are on the prowl.

When I walk through the logging cut, I see mountains near and far.

However, in dense forests, animals can appear around every curve.
I'm alert for wildlife.

the loggers spared my Octopus Tree

I'm happy for this season of rebirth and regrowth.
The trails through wilderness beckon.
Summer is my one good thing.

rainbow with Tenmile Range in background after a night of rain

Thank you for visiting.
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Tuesday, May 31, 2022

Hello Again

 It's been a long time since I've posted.

Winter continues its hold on us.

Snow storms pass through.

We're happy for the moisture in the snowpack.

One of our huge lodgepoles fell onto our deck last week. 
The ground thawed for a few days and high winds brought it down.
Since then, we've gotten more snow.

Winter always leads the dance with spring through May.

The fox doesn't mind the snow.

He's still wearing his winter coat.

Waldo is still smiling.
I hope you are too.

Thank You for visiting.

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Wednesday, March 9, 2022







Where the fox and rabbit tracks meet, I pause
 for peace to calm the chaos in the world.

Saturday, February 19, 2022

Winter's Blessings

We get a few inches at a time to freshen the white.
There have been no major storms this season. 
We always hope for more.
We depend on winter snowpack to lessen summer drought.

Jack (17) leaves from the back yard to go skiing.

Family visits nearly every weekend.

walking the logging road behind the house

Sam (9) and I hike in lemony light.

He's a good companion, chattering about what he sees.
I enjoy viewing the landscape from his perspective. 

Do you see Bob at tree line? He's on touring skis.

The forest cut is complete.

Red Mountain at sunset from our back deck.

I'm becoming accustomed to open spaces and new views.

a pink dawn colors fresh snow

Morning light  creates unexpected beauty.

Foxes pass through several times a day.
Notice how this small fox is looking directly into Sam's eyes.
They both keep perfectly still and calmly watch each other.
Perhaps the fox is Sam's spirit animal.

Bob works hard between storms, raking the roof and clearing snow.

breaking trail on the snowshoes

Winter's changing landscape is my one good thing today.
We're thankful for the blessing of white.

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Tuesday, January 25, 2022

Exploring New Territory

How can it be the end of January already?
Do you think time passes more quickly as you age?
I do!

Red Mountain rises 13,227' (4,031 M) into the sky - I greet it each morning

I can see dawn from my kitchen window now.
The forest that obscured this view in the past is gone.

Bald Mountain 13,690' (4,173 M) previously hid behind the forest 

The cut is nearly complete.
Aspen, spruce, fir, and baby pine still dot the landscape.
However, the lodge pole pines - ancient trees over 125 years old - are gone.
Vast open meadows have taken the place of dense forests.
Wildfires which pose a dangerous threat have less fuel to spread.
Cutting the old pines provides the forest a chance to regenerate.

I snowshoe through the new landscape.
Silence follows my linked footsteps.
High peaks look down on me.
Young trees wave hello.

The snowshoe hare also leaves tracks.
I believe it's faster than I am on its snowshoes.

Peak 9, Breckenridge Ski Resort

This season we celebrate half a century of downhill skiing.
I still feel like a girl when I float down the slopes on my skis.
However, each season, I wonder if maybe it will be our last.
It's a dangerous sport, and we are no longer young.
But, we'll enjoy it this winter while we still can.

Moon hanging above Peak 10

The logging has exposed so many views.
It's fun to explore new territory.

I'm surrounded by Nature's beauty which is my good thing today.
I hope you're able to enjoy natural landscapes, too.

Stay well!


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