BEWARE! Samburs...

Unleashed! 

I am now an official Colorado tour guide for brother Mike and bestest  sister-in-law Robin. 

No road trip of Colorado is complete without a stopover at the Turntable Diner in Minturn. It's the home of the World Famous Boo! (AKA the best breakfast burrito in the Centennial state.) 

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My family members concurred the four bonus miles of driving was well worth the detour. There are many (like nephew J-Man) who can't handle the Boo. You are wimps. Period. 

Our post Boo breakfast was spent at the Glenwood Hot Springs. (The world's largest hot springs pool)

Surf's Up! Dude! 

Next stop. Ouray. 

PS. My Colorado guide services can be obtained at a reasonable rate. A few IPA's and maybe a breakfast burrito is all the payment I need. 

Such a deal!

Come on Summer!

Jeff

I still miss

my Mother.

Clara Sambur exited this world when she and I were both too young. She was 52 and I was 17 at the time. In that short period she left an everlasting positive impression on me.

 

Funny thing is, she pulled it all off in subliminal manner. 

My smile came directly from her. No doubt about it. My affectionate and nurturing side too. In other words, she made me what I am today. A male Jewish Mother! 

Whenever Clara wasn't involved in hugging one of her three "boychiks" she could be found lounging around with an open book. She passed her love of the written word onto her baby boy. 

It wasn't like she ever sat me down and told me, "Jeffy! Read! It's good for you!" No. That wasn't her style. I guess when I saw her reading with a perpetual grin on her face, I figured it must be a good thing. So I began to inhale books too.

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Losing her at the between age of 17 (not a child, but not an adult either) was the defining moment on how I turned out to be. Without her subtle guidance I developed an independent nature. Now I consider myself a sociable hermit. 

My brother Mike has come the closest to filling the mentoring void in my life. 

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I might not always do what he says, but I do listen to him. 

So...Mom thanks for all you've generously given me. I wish you didn't leave Earth so soon. 

From soggy and now White Death Boulder, Colorado 

Happy Mother's Day!

Photo One: Brother Mike and I and Clara's Great Grandchild Dylan. 

Photo Two: I'm doing a bit of nurturing at a tykes Tea Party. 

It's more than a huge litter box...

The Great Sand Dunes National Park is another "What the Heck!" is going on here oddity of the San Luis Valley. This high valley (average altitude 7,600 feet) is home to an alligator park, a UFO viewing platform, the legacies of the Spanish Land Grants and numerous farms growing red potatoes, alfalfa and Barley. In certain towns, English is a second language. Green chile and breakfast burritos are standard fare in the cafes and diners. The SLV is one of my favorite regions of Colorado. 

Back to the Dunes: The San Luis Valley is hemmed in between the San Juan and the Sangre de Cristo mountain ranges. The winds here are relentless and don't believe in time outs. The more-than-never-ending breezes vacuum up the topsoil as it rolls along the valley floor. Boom! The winds strike the obstruction of the Sangre de Cristo mountains. The earthy grains drop out. Wallah! Instant (geologically speaking) Great Sand Dunes National Park. 

That's your lesson for the day.

Great Sand Dunes park is another Colorado wonder. Visit it. Make an effort to spend some coin in the nearby communities. This is one of the poorest regions of the Centennial State. But, thats another story. 

Final photo: I don't always hike alone, I had Ladybug company. 

Happy Friday,

Jeff