Grand Junction


Brenda turned forty yesterday (happy birthday again, Brenda!), and you know what that means, ROAD TRIP! Yesterday we rolled out of Boulder many hours late, the end result of Brenda being busy with work, my inability to do laundry, and the need to get Hooper up to the kennel in Longmont. But we had a nice drive over the mountains while listening to the Rockies beat the Phillies (more on this whole baseball madness later), and ended up in Grand Junction, CO as the sun was setting. We had a nice dinner in town and a nice breakfast at the B&B with a couple from Philly, of all places. Mountain bikers, to boot. Then we headed to the…

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Anniversary


Today marked one year since I moved to Boulder, Colorado. Lots of shit has happened in the last year, and since almost a month has elapsed since I've posted a word on this site, I figure I'll throw down a quick recap. First off, I am really, really happy living and working here. Brenda is finally back in Boulder, after spending seven weeks in Santa Fe working for the Santa Fe Opera as a costume draper. She did well, but it's definitely better to have her here than there. Some more good sunsets have happened; I have pics. The drive back from Santa Fe was along route 285, which took us through some of the most beautiful country I have…

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Sunset!


At last, a quality sunset has graced the skies over Boulder. One of the things I loved about living in Santa Fe oh so long ago was the amazing sunsets that were an almost daily occurrence. Usually in the afternoon the sun's rays would have spawned a good thunderstorm, and the scattered clouds left in its wake would become the perfect reflectors of the setting sun's rays. It seems that Boulder is almost too clear, its skies almost always devoid of those great puffy cumulus clouds that are a requirement for a quality sunset. But today we had three storms in town, the result of the brutal heat and relentless sun we've been experiencing, no doubt. These storms left behind…

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