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Colorado Rockies fan.

Yesterday, Little Syd Sambur took in her first MLB game. That's her proud father and my nephew Keith hugging her. (He's the World's tallest Sambur). 

I'm not sure if L. Syd understood the subtleties and nuances of America's Pastime, but she sure loved those chocolate covered strawberries before the first pitch. Whatever works. 

Speaking about pageviews, I'll never grovel for assistance from my readers in reaching a milestone again. You all left! Come back! I promise I won't beg again. 

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Maybe one day, I'll figure out my fickle electronic audience. Beer (right word) with me. This is still a blog in progress.

Gee. It's raining and lightning again.

From Fort Collins, Colorado.

Good Evening to all,

Jeff

Backpackers Wanted

Anyone out there interested in backpacking in Colorado's Wilderness Areas this summer? The White Death might be gone by mid to late July to hit the trails. 

I'll provide the pre-hike and post- hike brews. You'll have to carry your own beers on the trail.

I'm serious. We ain't getting any younger and there's plenty to see in Colorado. I can be a partial Sherpa. I can't carry everything though.

Who wants to play before we are too old to do this stuff?

Come on summer!

Jeff 

Ceremonial Kiva or Man Cave?

You decide.

Many of you scoffed about my "It's all about the beer" theory concerning the Ancient Ones southern migration around the 1300's. 

http://jeffsambur.blogspot.com/2015/05/the-samburs-meet-the.html

I'm not the kind of blogger who gives up easily. Today, I went back to Mesa Verde National Park to unearth proof of those wily Old Timer's beer drinking habits. I took a short hike to Step House Ruin. A few other visitors were engaged in conversation with the on-duty Ranger. While she was being distracted, I scooped up a few shovelfuls of dirt near the Kiva/Man Cave. 

In the final photo, this is what I found. A few well worn Koozies and a beer bottle cap. Thus proving my theory. The Ancient Ones had great tastes for baseball teams, diners and beers.

Fido (my obedient Pug) heeled in order to provide perspective for the photo op. 

That's a good dog!

En route back to Boulder beginning today,

Jeff

PS. Speaking of beer. I'll be at the Old Town, Old Chicago this coming Fat Tuesday. We can toast to the Ancient Ones there at 6. Come on by!