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Driving into town, the white tents dotted the park in a perfect square. People milled about, families with children, tourists from afar, motorcyclists and cyclists alike. At the west end, a large stage loomed over the festivities. What’s a mountain town in summer without a festival? Nedfest capped off the…
Continue readingSuddenly, the pine, fir and aspen trees are replaced by scrubby trees, red dirt and brown dusty hillsides. The landscape looks dry, high desert dry, with prickly looking shrubs dotting the landscape every so often. We’ve been driving I-70 going west through Colorado, and have crossed through the alpine environment…
Continue readingI marveled at the sculpture of rocks, seemingly balancing one upon another, forming a sculpture that towered five feet high. It reminded me of the childhood game of Jenga, where you pile wooden blocks one on top of another without the pile crashing. How had they managed to balance one…
Continue readingA glimmer of yellow caught my eye. Then another one. And another one. Yes, it was true, those were Aspen leaves I had seen. And they weren’t brown, they were yellow. And yet, it was the first week of August. How could that be? I already wrote how this past…
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