Land's End Hill climb Lower Pit area Grand Junction Colorado. I guess I will just be posting left over pictures from my summer in Colorado. I'll probably be too busy getting ready to go to take any more pictures.
The last two weeks or so I've been getting ready to hitch up the Arctic Fox and head South. But a lot of my getting ready involved deciding which things I needed to do then and what things needed to be put off until the last minute. Now the last minute is rapidly approaching and I'm beginning to realize that I put EVERYTHING off till the last minute.
So now I've got to scurry around all over town doing things that should've been done weeks ago. But that's okay, it will just increase my standing in the International Procrastinators of the World Club that I plan on joining someday as soon as someone gets around to creating it.
I drove 5 miles to the bank this morning only to discover it was closed thanks to yet another government holiday. When I worked for a living I was rather fond of holidays, I could get a three-day weekend or better yet work the holiday and get paid double time, it was a win-win deal either way. But now holidays are just in my way, they change the ebb and flow of my life. Holiday revelers fill up camping areas where I'm trying to live a normal life, and disturb the peace of where I'm trying to live.
And to make it worse its mostly young people. People without a gray hair on their head, people who walk standing up straight and not bent over, people who have kids instead of grandkids, people that listen to weird music, and not normal rock 'n' roll, people who drink Red Bull and Rockstar instead of Metamucil, people without so much hair growing out of their nose they can comb it into a rather sporty mustache.
Yeah they're all young people. People I would yell at to get off my lawn if I had one. People who think they know everything, when I've forgotten more than they know.... In fact I've forgotten everything they know and almost everything I know. People who don't know what it's like to walk around with half your body parts not functioning.
I try to tell myself that I was young once but I'm so old now I'm starting to doubt it. But even if I was young once I couldn't possibly have been as self-centered, obnoxious, and noisy, especially noisy, as people that fill up the parks are today.
My grandson running through the sprinkler on a hot summer day.
The world-famous Manhattan bar, locally known as "The Hat" in Leadville Colorado
Taking pictures of the grand kids is never easy. My daughter and the kids.