LIfe at High Altitude in Colorado

May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.

-Edward Abbey, naturalist and author (1927-1989)

Monday, August 29, 2016

On the Cusp of Change

Thank you for all your kind wishes for our 50th Anniversary.
We're still smiling over happy memories
(and trying to lose the pounds we gained from all the desserts).

Our high altitude summer is nearly over.
Temperatures are falling close to freezing overnight.
Even in bright sunshine, there's a chill in the air.

I wake early and bundle into my heavy fleece robe.
I light a fire and brew a mug of tea.
Watching sunlight filter through the forest, I start a new day.
Most of the high altitude wildflowers have turned to seed.
My gardens are having one final bloom before frost.

I began seeing Gentians in meadows near my house a couple weeks ago.
The saying is that when the Gentians bloom,
it's 6 weeks until snow.

Often, we have afternoon storms.
Lately, when it rains at the house, it snows on the high peaks.
I hope that snow below tree line holds off so we can experience fall colors.

Already, sunflowers are mimicking the shades of autumn.
The forest floor is turning sienna and gold.

Waldo intends to smell the flowers while they last.
I do too!

I hope wherever you are in the world,
you find something beautiful that makes you smile.

Sunday, August 14, 2016

Celebrating 50 Years of Marriage!

I want to share some happiness.
Today - August 14th - Bob and I celebrate our 50th wedding anniversary.
Half a century of marriage to the same person seems incredible, doesn't it?

celebration party for us at the beach

We're back at our Breckenridge home after spending several weeks
at the beach in CA celebrating with family.

these were yummy cakes - even better than 50 years ago!

Today, we'll spend the day together,
sharing memories and having dinner in Vail. 

I took hundreds of photos at the beach - my camera was busy clicking.
Here are a few of them:

morning walks with Sam, our youngest grandchild
flying kites at sunset
paddling in the surf (Ben our oldest grandchild)
collecting more freckles (Jack)
getting sandy on the beach (Neve)
sharpshooter Pop Pop and Sam in the pool
Caden avoiding Pop Pop's spray
oh those fingernails! (Amanda)
even the snail is astounded
though it's accustomed to bright things

We've been very fortunate.
In good times and in bad,
friendship, compromise, forgiveness, communication, and caring
have bound us together.

sunset, Del Mar, CA

As we celebrate 50, our hope is that we can live out our lives together.
Romance and love are still important,
but the hard work of marriage continues daily.
We made promises 50 years ago.
So far, we've managed to keep them.

our son enlarged photos from our wedding album:
here we are in the getaway car!
Bob's looking pretty happy, isn't he?

Think of us today, will you?
Smile for us and be happy.
We wish you love.

Sunday, July 17, 2016

Gifts of Summer at High Altitude

We're having a busy, satisfying summer.

our gardens are blooming

grandchildren provide whimsy (our youngest grandchild, Sam - 3)

trails beckon us to follow (Jack - 11)

wildflowers sway in cool mountain breezes (Amanda - 13) 

old man of the mountain sunflower, paintbrush, and pinnate daisies

Pop Pop and Sam having a talk

red paintbrush, columbine, buttercup

Sam's shirt says, "I Wake Up Awesome" (and he does...)

you can find me here most late afternoons - reading and relaxing

Bob and I will celebrate our 50th Anniversary shortly.
We were married on August 14, 1966.
We give thanks for our life together.

We're having a gathering with family at the beach in CA in early August.

This is my last post before leaving.

Blessings to you,


Saturday, July 9, 2016

Sunflowers on Black Powder Pass - Breckenridge, CO

Everywhere I look - wildflowers!
July is bloom time at high altitude.
Bob and I hiked Black Powder Pass last week. 
We were on the trail by 7:15 AM and had expansive views to ourselves.

It was a Sunflower kind of day!

early morning shadows - the trail is flat for a short distance before it starts climbing

sunflowers nodding in the morning breeze

way up high - snowfields and sunflowers at about 13,000' (3962 M)

Old Man of the Mountain Sunflowers

sunflowers facing east into the sun - dancing as the wind picks up

we're small in the grandeur of Nature

Sam (3) is visiting us for several days.  He keeps us busy with his antics.
He's looking sleepy here - I think it's time for a nap.
Maybe I'll take a little rest, too!

Thank you for visiting.
Wishing you good times and great views,

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Friday, July 1, 2016

The Song of Summer - Breckenridge

Traces of winter frost the peaks.

Trails glow in morning light.

Streams jitterbug over rocks.

Gardens dazzle with color and scent.

Warm days languish into cool nights.

Ordinary becomes amazing.

Each day offers gifts. I accept them gratefully:
A gentle rain falls to water wildflowers.
Four Junco babies snuggle in their nest.
Wild things begin their nocturnal hunt.
Lights are dimmed.
Our fireplace glows.
Books await.

I count my blessings.

Summer sings its song.

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Thursday, June 23, 2016

Tiny Miracles

each day a new surprise awaits

tiny miracles

I took the first photo with the Olympus EM-1 (14-150 mm zoom), but the others with less clarity are with the iPhone 6s. The nest is tucked in a wreath at our back door. There is too little space for the large camera to fit and focus. I must be quick to take a peek when Mama leaves the nest. If I'm near the nest when she returns, she paces at my feet. Mama Junco remains patient and diligent. She only leaves the nest to find food for the babies and herself. There are actually 4 baby birds, but the last was hatched a day later than the other 3. Its body is still pink, so I'm hoping it's alive. Watching the parents build and guard the nest was an extraordinary experience for us. The incubating, hatching, and now feeding of such tiny creatures is a full-time job for the mother bird. The hatchlings are about the size of my thumb. Their response to anything near them (even the iPhone) is to open their mouths for food. 

It's summertime at high altitude. Wildflowers are starting to bloom. My gardens are green and buds are showing on the perennials. I follow alpine trails with a smile on my face.

Globeflowers along Lehman Creek off Peak 10

Wishing you all everyday miracles!


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