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Way above timberline at a bit over 14,000 feet, the mountain peak named after famous explorer Zebulon Pike is in the background and shrouded in clouds.
In a way, a full-timer's life is backward from normal life. For normal folks, holidays are when you travel someplace to have fun. You go to a park, you go to grandma's house, or do some touristy type thing. But for full-timers, we hide out during holidays. We hunker down in a safe spot way before the holiday starts, crawl under the dining room table and pull a blanket over our heads until the holiday travelers have gone, the loud music has gone back home with the travelers. The power drinkers have sobered up enough to hopefully make it home, the madness is over, and we full-timers can come out into the sunlight once again.
And it's somewhat similar for the summer tourist season, especially if you live in a hotbed of tourism like the Colorado mountains. When normal folks are on vacation and are swarming the Colorado mountains like a swarming swarm of swarmey things, it's best to stay away from the tourist hot-spots, which for the most part is anyplace above 9000 feet, and hunker down until the kids are back in school and things return to normal.
So what that means to someone like me who spends the summer living on the edge of the Rocky Mountains is what I call the "Summer doldrums." It's a time when I would like to do things, but every place is crowded, everything is busy, and most things are full. Which puts me in the position of having not much to do except wait it out.
And I think that's what's happening to me now: the summer doldrums are in full swing, and it makes me feel like not doing much of anything because anything I want to do simply isn't worth all the effort it takes to do it.
But like everything else in life, the summer doldrums will come to an end. The vacationing tourists will abandon the Colorado mountains quicker than a politician abandons election day promises, the kids will get back in school, and the high lonesome will once again become.... Lonesome.
Only then, when everyone else is living the hustle and bustle of their normal daily life, can I hit the road for my winter travels and boondock in the quiet places.
The northern part of Garden of the Gods in Colorado Springs.
Kissing Camels in the Garden of the Gods Colorado Springs.