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Billy Goats At My Door

Monday, September 22, 2014

September 23, 2014. Stillwater and Winter Park Today, Snow Mountain Ranch Tomorrow.




 
 
 


 

September 23, 2014.  Stillwater and Winter Park Today, Snow Mountain Ranch Tomorrow.  This was a no-event day.  I didn't get upset at Walmart - there is no Walmart within 100 miles.  I didn't get locked in the garden behind a store.  It was not a beautiful day in the mountains.  It rained most of the night and frequently during the day.  The rain mixing with the sun did produce a colorful rainbow.  We could see the beginning and the end, but not the arch in the center. 
 
We drove to Winter Park for a look around and a shop around.  The former was more successful than the latter.  We got lunch on the look around.  We  bought nothing on the shop around.  We did see some spectacular aspen trees there.  The local opinion is that we hit the peak of the colors on this side of the divide.  One of sales ladies in Grand Lake said this rain would cause the aspen leaves to drop.  Especially, if it is followed by a typical Colorado fall wind.  I am glad we are here.  I would not have liked missing the dazzling display of colors. 

Tomorrow, we will encamp at Snow Mountain Ranch.  We will be there from Tuesday until Sunday morning.  Where then, you ask?  Don't know, say I.  We may go south into New Mexico.  We may head home indirectly.  I think Bob Dylan had it right, "How does it feel?   How does it feel, to be on your own?  With no direction home?  A complete unknown?
Just like a rolling stone?" 

It feels pretty good. 

I will discontinue the blog while at Snow Mountain Ranch.  I will spend Wednesday preparing for the meeting.  I will be in the meeting through Saturday.  So, if we are still on the road come Sunday, I'll be back online.  If not, I'll pick it up again when we begin the eastern leg of our fall travels. 

I'll be back sooner or later.  See you then.

1 comment:

ct said...

I think you may be turning into a regular nomad. Or maybe a gypsy.