Saturday, October 10, 2015

The Secret is Out...

about the Needles District in Canyonlands National Park. 

For over a quarter of a century, (that makes me feel old) I've been exploring and loving this isolated segment of grandeur. It's a destination park. There are no through roads. Heck! The pavement ends there 50 miles from the nearest highway. A potential visitor has to make a time and gas money effort to arrive within its boundaries. 

For me, it's a No-Brainer. Where else can I hike to the merger of two rivers, mosey along interconnecting canyons, see the Milky Way in all its intergalactic splendor, or savor the library "Shhh!" silence that abounds here?  Not many places. 

Unfortunately, there are now multitudes of national and international guests willing to venture west off of U.S. Highway 191. 

Yesterday, I counted over 100 hikers along the 11.5 mile Chesler Park circuit. The languages heard were a virtual Tower of Babel. Many years ago, a chance encounter of another human was equivalent to observing Sasquatch or the Loch Ness Monster. 

In the past, securing a campsite was just a matter of showing up. Now the campground fills quickly after the sun rises. Luckily, there's a private campground nearby that has hot water and showers! (You are right. It doesn't take much to excite me.)

As Yogi Berra (may he RIP) would say, "The Future ain't what it used to be." 

For those 15-20 devout blog fans I have, (OY! Are my pageviews down!) you can see a common thread to my posts. The times they are a changing and not for the better. 
With all that said, being here sure beats a lot of alternatives. Work is definitely one of them.

On my way to the Maze! 
Cheers!
Jeff


Tuesday, October 6, 2015

It's time to trade...

Mountains for mesas and forested creeks for rocky canyons. I'm on my way to the Red Rock and Canyonlands country of Utah. But first, I took a time out in Grand Junction, Colorado. 

I hiked in Colorado National Monument. 
It's an old friend like the locals I know here.
A Happy Hour in the "River City" would be devoid of Yuck Yucks without spending time with the Millers and the Toolens. Having buddies scattered around the Centennial State is a major reason why I think of Colorado as home. 

In these gentle months of weather, there is no place like home.

Manana, I'll be in the Needles District of Canyonlands National Park. At least, I won't have to watch the Yankees play like poop.

Cheers from a pained Yankee fan,
Jeff

PS. I have three pounds of Starbucks and three cases of IPAs on board Barley the Van. I'm prepared. 


Friday, October 2, 2015

Signal Mountain seemed an...

appropriate destination for Jenny and I to make a getaway to. In the past few days, Mother Nature has been signaling a change in the season. The long sunny days are now a feel good memory, the squirrels are burying the last of their nut and seed supply and windows are being shut to keep the cool air out. Lastly, I might be forced to put on a pair of long pants. Yech. 

Summer and Indian Summer flew by faster than a lit match consumes a thimbleful of white gas. Wump! 

For me and apparently Jenny, it's an introspective time. I think a lot about how I spent my favorite season mostly in Colorado. I reflect upon the many pretty places I'd been, the friends and family I visited and revisited along the way, the Colorado Rockies and Junior College World Series Baseball games I attended and the many times it just felt so right to be back home in the Centennial State.

It's a shame I'm too much of a cold weenie to spend the long winters here. I guess it's in my blood. My Dad (Sid) was a cold weenie too. 

In case you missed them, here's some of the highlights of what seemed like a shortened summer season.












Come on Summer of 2016!

Cheers from cloudy Fort Collins, Colorado 
Jeff