Nolan's 14

“Hi.  I’m Gavin and it’s good to meet you,” he said in a humble manner as he extended his bony hand for a firm handshake.

I just met a legend serving coffee in a quaint little shop.

Roadkill

It’s Friday afternoon.  The ever pulsing heart of Denver contracts and fills arteries with cars, in mass exodus, vacating the bustling city.  Interstates congest in all directions, but the aorta is westbound I-70 into the Colorado high country.  Anymore, seasons don’t matter. Whether it's ski season or summertime, year-round flow on I-70 becomes like a hardened artery, choked down to a small orifice permitting only a tightly restricted flow. Cars stop and go as blood pressure of drivers' skyrockets. 

Synthetic Fire

The fire is simply not the same.

Moustache Unplugged #21

hehehe....undetected, I grab the opportunity to work on my letter....

Dear Mountain Bike Riders,

Like any population, there's good, bad and average with the focus of this letter directed to the entitled buttwipe bikers who disregard the sense of maintaining a true singletrack and feel it's their right to customize trails to better match their pathetic skill set.  Plus, this same group quizzically challenges who has the right of way with other trail users and I'm reaching the point of jabbing a stick in the front spokes and folding over in laughter while witnessing the spectacular end-over crash.

Mount Elbert

People encased in all sorts of mountaineering gear lounged around on makeshift lawn furniture stacked out of lichen covered talus rocks. Dogs of assorted breeds and colors, all off leash, casually wandered about, nonchalantly cold nosing not only one another, but also any new two legged arrivals.  It was a gathering place where everyone shared a common goal. We were at the highest point in the Rocky Mountains that stretches over 3,000 miles from Alberta and British Columbia in Canada through Idaho, Montana, Utah, Wyoming, Colorado and New Mexico.

Dalmatian Squirrel

“Hey, we should think about trying the stuff.  My mother-in-law just had hip surgery and used it and says she feels great,” I overheard Neil tell Susie one morning at the gym. Both have their unique aches and pains and with my Achilles issue, I was curious.

“What's this magical “stuff” you’re talking about,” I had to ask.

“Marijuana massage lotion,” was the reply.