OrangevaleFJR
R.I.P. Our FJR Riding Friend
I just spent an hour revisiting places that I used to back pack to in Colorado with my family when I was a kid. I did this through google maps switching from map to satellite mode. I saw everything from parking spaces on dirt roads, one in particular that had a bed of flint rock where I could pick up my striking rocks allowing me to leave my matches in their little water tight container, to the lakes, creeks, trails, and memories of touching moments when nature let me know how small I am.
I told my wife about a foot bridge where weasels had dug their den on either side of the bridge therefore the bridge was theirs. I didn't know how aggressive weasels were about protecting their territory until I had to fight off Mrs and Mr weasel on that trip across the bridge. I was worried about rabies and my dad was busting a gut nearly rolling in dirt with his 50 lb back pack as I alternately charged and retreated from the ferocious beasties.
I cannot tell you how it feels to lay in the late night in early August in a bed of Columbine, belly full of Cutthroat trout at 10,589 feet and see an asteroid shower to beat all asteroid showers unleash its show for me. Resting next to a spring that brought water through rock so that I could drink at will the cleanest, coolest, best tasting water the earth has to offer. There are many heavens, and Colorado has quite a few of em.
I miss those days to the point of tears with a smile.
I told my wife about a foot bridge where weasels had dug their den on either side of the bridge therefore the bridge was theirs. I didn't know how aggressive weasels were about protecting their territory until I had to fight off Mrs and Mr weasel on that trip across the bridge. I was worried about rabies and my dad was busting a gut nearly rolling in dirt with his 50 lb back pack as I alternately charged and retreated from the ferocious beasties.
I cannot tell you how it feels to lay in the late night in early August in a bed of Columbine, belly full of Cutthroat trout at 10,589 feet and see an asteroid shower to beat all asteroid showers unleash its show for me. Resting next to a spring that brought water through rock so that I could drink at will the cleanest, coolest, best tasting water the earth has to offer. There are many heavens, and Colorado has quite a few of em.
I miss those days to the point of tears with a smile.
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