Archive for August, 2008

Aug 28 2008

Posted by Mama under Colorado, Hiking

She’ll Be Comin’ Down the Mountain When She Comes…Hiking 101

She’ll Be Comin’ Down the Mountain, She’ll Be Comin’ Down the Mountain, She’ll Be Comin’ Down the Mountain When She Comes. To paraphrase the old folksong, I was comin’ down the mountain, alright, but I sure as heck weren’t  drivin’ no six white horses, I was drivin’ a blue 2007 Subaru Impreza, and I was about to get locked in the Heil Valley Open Space parking lot. But I’m getting ahead of myself…View from the Top

The plan was to meet my friend at the rec center after work and go for a hike. The days are still warm, but fall is definitely just around the corner – the days are shorter, the nights cooler, and there’s that melancholy feeling that comes with the end of summer. ..

There were a lot of cars in the Open Space parking lot – mostly mountain bikers from the looks of them.  Some were still disgorging bikes and bikers. My friend got out his pack, I buckled up my fanny pack, and off we went. We’d gotten some serious rain a couple of days ago, so even though there were quite a few cyclists, they weren’t kicking up much dust. There were still a few wild currents on the bushes that line the trail. L. was not terribly impressed with them, but of course, I grazed my way up the mountain as we discussed wild fruit that we have known and loved.  L. was really getting excited about this topic, because he forgot to take his bagel and yogurt out of the truck back at the rec center.

At the 2 ½ mile mark, the Wapiti Trail meets the Ponderosa Loop Trail. I asked my friend if he wanted to turn back. I said that we would be hiking about 5 miles in that case, versus around 7 ½ if we decided to go on. He said that he thought that he would like to go further. We hiked another mile or so, and he asked if we could take a water break, so we chose a couple of comfy-looking rocks and sat for a while enjoying the scenery and the mosquitoes. 

As we hiked higher, L. remarked that the sun was sinking lower, and indeed, the long, dusty rays slanted across pine meadows in a way that left no doubt that night was falling. By the time we had gone roughly half way, it was clear to both of us that night was quickly coming on. I pointed out the obvious and mentioned that it was getting dark, and we were going to have to hustle. I think my exact words were, ‘It’s getting dark. We’re going to have to hustle”. “I can’t go too fast. I have a bad ankle”, came the response from behind me out of the gloom.

Rule # 1: Open space is open from sunrise to sunset, unattended vehicles left after dark will be ticketed or towed.

 

While I was aware of Rule # 1 in theory, there is a difference between theory and practice. Specifically, since I had never been at Heil Valley near sunset, I hadn’t given it much thought, even though I had noticed the gate. So we had several options: A) We could be eaten by bears; B) We could be eaten by mountain lions; C) We could break an arm or leg as we stumbled around in the dark; or D) We might have to walk back to town. (Or C and D. The other combinations were pretty unlikely.) Another couple jogged past us. The crickets got louder and louder. The stars came out, and the night was beautiful. It was very dark. We heard the couple ahead of us shouting that they saw two bear. When we were in the trees, we could barely see the edges of the trail. The rocks were indistinct black smudges. By the time we made the trailhead, we could hardly see at all. The Big Bear glittered in the sky. There is a narrow divide between wonderful and dangerous in the mountains, and we had crossed it. It happened so fast. But we were lucky - as we drove away, a huge, orange harvest moon rose over the plains.

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Aug 22 2008

Posted by Mama under Dating, Middle Age, Relationships

Time To Grow Up – The Ultimate Midlife Crisis

two of the crumbgobblers viewing photos of me when I was young.

Two of the crumbgobblers viewing photos of my brothers and me when we were young.
My rotten kid just kicked me out of the nest. I thought that it was supposed to work the other way round. How did this disgusting state of affairs come about? I’ll tell you how. It all started as a result of a few days in the Bahamas. My daughter wanted to go to Las Vegas to see the shows, and I wanted to hike in Utah, so naturally, we went to Freeport. It was the obvious compromise. Whether or not we liked it (we didn’t) or had a good time (we did) is neither here nor there. The point is that she asked me to write an entry about our vacation for her blog. I did so, and it was wildly (I mean WILDLY) acclaimed. Well, ok, so there were three comments, but even Tolstoy had to start somewhere. Besides, they constituted a sample and were representative of the views of many more visitors. So one thing led to another, and another, and another, and the next thing I knew, Shanel started making noises about the importance of ‘independence’ and ‘the rewards of personal growth’. I ignored her. I also ignored my son when he refused to give me driving directions, “…because you need to learn how to get around, mom. Just exactly HOW long have you been living here???” And I ignored Flora when she said that it was time for me to take an interest in my finances and that she would be thrilled to discuss them with me. Dominique agreed with Flora that it is time that I started to act my age

The four of them have joined forces to kick me out. My claws are dug into the rim, and I’m clinging to the edge with all the tenacity a desperate 59-year old can muster, but they are stomping on my philangies, uttering the universal cries of offspring everywhere: “It’s for your own good!” And “This hurts me more than it does you!” Right. They claim that I said these very words to them, at one time or another, but I’m pretty sure that I did not…

Nevertheless, I’m letting go and trying to fly. Getting lost in town, but not in the woods, thank you very much, re-entering the absolutely terrifying world of dating (So you think that men are friendly creatures, or at least benign? Well, think again. I just hope that I survive on any given day.), and writing a blog of my very own. You know the ancient Chinese curse? ‘May you live in interesting times’? Well, I am, and at the moment the times they seem to be achangin’ way too quickly. Flora (daughter 2 of 3) said something today that puts it all in perspective, though: ‘If all you ever do is what you’ve already done, then all you’ll ever get is what you’ve already got.’ So I’m sailing blindfolded toward the rapids, no oars, no sail, no life vest, and I don’t know if I could go back now, even if I wanted to. It’s scary as all get out, but it is sure as heck beats sitting around being bored, right??? :> RIGHT!

   
 

 

 

        Above: DoFlo in France.  Below: Photo of the elusive tree-hugging Rat, aka Shanel.

Above: DoFlo in France. Right: Photo of the elusive tree-hugging Rat, aka Shanel.

  

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Aug 09 2008

Posted by Mama under Blind, Colorado, Hiking

Sight Unseen – Hiking Blind in the Colorado Rockies

Hey, it’s another beautiful day in Colorado. Going to be a little hot, I guess–around 100–but still, a great day to get out. How about hiking Deer Creek Canyon? If we hit the trail early, we can avoid the worst of the heat…

I met Steve Rarey, a rangy, friendly guy with an infectious grin, who is the founder and Director of Blind Outdoor Adventures (BOA), and Bruce Stoddard, an avid hiker at the trail head.

We started up the trail, Steve in the lead. Bruce used his cane and Steve’s vocal cues to navigate. The ascent was gradual at first, and fairly wide–the technical term Bruce and Steve used to describe it was a ‘2-butt trail’–but soon we started to climb. As the trail curved up into the hills, the hike became more challenging. The trail was narrower and more rocky, and sometimes there was a significant drop-off on one side. Steve’s cues were graphic: banana right, left shoreline. Occasionally Bruce stumbled. Occasionally I stumbled, too. Bruce fell a couple of times, but it didn’t stop him. The two guys joked constantly. They were clearly having a great time, in spite, or maybe because of, the sweat and dust.

Bruce is working on using hiking poles, so at one point, he gave his cane to Steve, who closed his eyes and hiked blind. Since Bruce isn’t really comfortable with poles yet, they were pretty evenly matched. I concentrated on trying to give some meaningful directions and keeping up.

Bruce plans on scaling a ‘14er’ this year. In case you aren’t familiar with the term, a 14er is a peak that is 14,000 feet above sea level. Some folks out here collect 14ers the way people in other areas of the country collect sightings of rare birds. Climbing to 14,000 feet is something that very few people do, even here in Colorado, the fittest state in the nation, but Bruce plans to be one of them. He’ll get there just like any other athlete – by training hard. The fact that he is blind might slow him down a bit, but not very much. On the last leg of the trail we passed a family with a couple of teenage kids. We beat them down. Bruce and Steve were doing fine. I was breathing hard.

Steve and the Gang

Note: Blind Outdoor Adventures, <www. blindoutdoors.org>, based in Littleton, CO, is a recently established non-profit that provides opportunities for people who are visually impaired to hike and camp. After years of guiding blind skiers, Steve decided that he wanted to share more of what he loves about Colorado. Since its inception a few months ago, BOA has guided just under 200 miles of trail.

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