The bloated bags testify to the elevation difference we experience here. We bought the chips and they were normal, then we drove to the cabin which was at about 9000 ft and they were incredibly bloated.
Chapel Catherine of Sienna which sits in an odd mound of rock and built in such a way that it appears to be growing out from it. Absolutely beautiful. It sits at the foot of Longs Peak.
Day one of fishing the insatiable ST. Vrain. We lost so many luers and tempers in this forlorn dribble of a river.
Randy, a good friend of mine here in Denver, joined us late the first day. The second day, in the am, we headed out to find some good spots for fishing. It was painful. i didnt really plan on anything. i sort of pulled off the road near the St. Vrain and we walked down a trodden path that we supposed lead to fishing holes. it lead us into the fishing worlds version of Sheol. we lost luers, i fell in the icy river and cut my leg up and also fell off a 9 ft rock into a beaver dam. just as we were about to leave, Caleb had some luck, he caught a minnow! neither Randy or i were able to see it, but we went on his word a rejoiced with him. The next day Randy took off. I wish i had taken more photos of our evening. we played National Geographic Monopoly. What an emotional game! We laughed (i cried) Caleb swindled and betrayed, Randy won. Quite the fun night. The next day we cleaned up, Randy went home and Cleb and i decided to find a trail to hike.
We ended up at an alpine lake called Left Hand Res. The air was thin at the 11,340 elevation and very crisp and cold. As we started our way around the lake, the deep cerulean sky turned pallid and then a morose dark which, as we saw ahead of us on the trail brought a wall of white. it was first snow, then turned into ice pellets. Theres a phot where Cleb is saying "its september!?". this continued on and off for the remainder of our time there. we trudged through icy mud puddles and left over snow from the week before where we ended up on a log just off the marsh shores and smoked a pipe. we soon returned and drove home.
This is the last photo of our time. eating dinner the night before he left. we had a great time and i am looking forward to the next visit.
4 comments:
Ah, what an absolutely blissful looking weekend! Glad that you were able to take the time with friends. It looks like your table has shrunk since I was there? What is the situation with the table!
Glad to see naomi- you look relaxed and beautiful!
Wow, what a fabulous post and photos. It's good to see you looking so happy and relaxed in your natural environment. Do you remember fishing in the Wind River near Carson and catching only part of the jaw of a salmon when we stayed at the cabin on the river? Hint for fishing...crawdads on the line with a bit of red yarn knotted above the head. Smiles and love to you and your excellent wife...Mom PS. I have started writing again. I think I have recovered a bit. :)
I have come to the conclusion, that in every photograph, I look like a serial killer.
[see my work photo]
http://publicity.as.wwu.edu/portfolio/
...our photographer just told us, "stand there." Then snap! I was immortalized forever...or at least a year. He then made, "I am design" posters, had them printed on the large format printer 18"?x18"? and posted them outside the ASPC. ...I'm the new spokes person of the ASPC now.
...also, I was sad that he said in the "I am design" thing, that I, Caleb, am a vegan. LET THIS BE PERFECTLY CLEAR TO ANYONE READING THIS: I am not, nor have I ever been a vegan. God put animals on this earth, so we could hunt them down, kill them, eat their flesh, and wear their skin.
Always enjoy your updates. Helps me to feel connected. You look happy in Denver. Miss you!
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