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Thursday, July 20, 2017

no despacito, es rapido

Last night, Meego and I went shoe shopping for him, and as we got into the car and turned on the radio, "Despacito" was playing.

"This is the most streamed song EVER", Meego commented, "even more than 'Gangnam Style'"

"Yep, say what you will about Justin Bieber", I mused, "but the kid's successful"

We talked a bit more about hits and music, then, "I don't even know what 'despacito' means", Meego confessed.

And I was all, "What?  You're in Spanish IV, what're our tax dollars paying for?!".  But really, it just made me curious as to what "despacito" means.

It means "slowly" (thank  you, google)

More curious, I google the translated lyrics of the song.

... Is it hot in here, or is it just me?  Okay, but really, nothing surprising there.

What I'm really blogging about today is a little man in a boat...erm... OOPS!  I  mean....

my last boat ride.

Honestly, I've not been on many boats.  Never been sailing, but I've been in little motorboats and canoes and rented paddle boats if any of those count.  Mainly for tooling around lakes where shores are visible from most anywhere.

When we lived near lake Ontario, I was surprised at its vastness, being a Colorado girl.  But I never went boating on lake Ontario.

We do have lakes here in Colorado, but really, good sized boats aren't that common a thing.  River rafting, however, is very popular.  A raft is not a boat, but I'm going to count it anyway.


Arkansas River, near Buena Vista, CO

This photo is from the last time I was in a raft.  I don't remember the exact year, but suffice to say that it was over half my life ago.  Looking at it now, I recall how I was a lone female in a boat with four guys.  Not a bad way to "end" my rafting days?

A guy I was dating at the time, who worked as a sales rep, had to entertain an out-of-state client.  Mr. Out-of-State had always wanted to go white water rafting. The then-boyfriend made arrangements with a river guide and got me and another friend to round out our foursome(!)

It was a fun and successful day.  The sky was beautiful blue and the rapids were muy rapido.  Mr. Out-of-State (guy in the red hat) loved it, and a strong business relationship was forged.  We ended the day with barbeque and beers at boyfriend's house.

I have no idea where any of these guys are now.  The boyfriend and I didn't last much after I learned of his love for la marihuana, but we had some good times.

And he forked over the cash to buy me this overpriced photo.
 
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Linking up with Mama Kat this week for the prompt:
2. Tell us about the last time you were on a boat

Monday, July 17, 2017

the people you meet

"I've got two weeks off coming up, and I'm going to hike the Colorado Trail.  Figure I'll need to average about 35 miles a day"

He was telling us this as he shouldered his fully loaded backpack he wore to train for his trek.  Then he told us that the woman he was with was his 33-year-old crossfit workout partner.  She had left a few minutes earlier, and he seemed to want us to know that she wasn't his girlfriend.

Well, she was a bit annoying.  For one, she was blasting music from her cellphone, for all to hear on top of a mountain, whether we cared for her music or not amidst all that nature.

She'd said, "I'm slow going down", and Hiker Man told her to go ahead and get started without him.  He seemed to want to chat with us for a while to further the distance between him and Music Lady.


Chaco and I have continued to climb the occasional 14er.  My count is now up to eight, which is a baby number compared to the true zealots.  We met Hiker Man and Music Lady on the summit of Missouri Mountain (Yes, it's in Colorado 😋)

Another hiker was a soft spoken young man who counted Missouri Mountain as his 20th 14er.  He pointed out a few others he'd done as we looked over the landscape.

He gave us a cordial farewell before beginning his descent and inserting his considerate earbuds.


Prior to this summer, the only other 14er I'd hiked was Pikes Peak, which, unlike these others, is a bit of a zoo on the summit.  In addition to the hiking trails, there's a paved road to get there as well as a cog railway.  There's also a crowded gift shop, and hikers are greatly outnumbered by tourists who have driven or ridden.

Despite the crowded conditions, the only people that Chaco and I spoke with briefly atop Pikes Peak were visitors from out of state who could not believe we'd walked up there.



I find much tranquility in these other less traveled peaks.  And the only people at the summits are those who have also hiked up there, making for a bit of instant rapport - even if they have some annoying traits like blasting music from their phones.

A woman atop Mt. Yale complimented our cardboard sign (Chaco makes 'em). I noticed that she was wearing a "Yale University" hat and asked if she was an alumnae, which she was.  I imagine that getting into and graduating from Yale University is more difficult than summitting Mt. Yale, but if you do the first, you might as well do the other!  Wearing the hat, of course.


Friday, July 14, 2017

there goes the neighborhood

The  next door neighbors have been having regular nightly fireside gatherings.



Over the last few weeks, I've been awakened by the smell of campfire smoke, the sight of flickering firelight, and the sound of voices.  One night, I heard what can only loosely be referred to as "music".

What have they been doing?  Are they conjuring up some sort of spirit?  Evil or otherwise?  And the chickens.  What's with the chickens?!

And there was that full moon over the weekend.  Come to think of it, there's been no such gathering since.

Okay, so maybe it's just been the kids next door having friends over for chats around the fire pit late at night.  They're not even technically "kids", as they're all around 19 or early 20s.

And maybe they haven't been dancing or conjuring up anything from beyond, but just hanging out late at night and waking the neighbors who like to sleep with the windows open during summertime.  What is it about people in that age group being so  nocturnal?

But alas, this morning I heard a splashing in the backyard and looked out to see Mrs. Neighbor watering the pet chickens.  Then I saw Mr. Neighbor out front talking with another neighbor.

Looks like Mom and Dad are back home.  I've missed them.



Thursday, July 13, 2017

the teletubbies did it

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I'd build an Earthship.  Just a small one.  Big enough for two people and the occasional guests. It could be a vacation home.  Maybe we'd airbnb it when we weren't there.







[From Wikipedia] An Earthship is a type of passive solar house that is made of both natural and upcycled materials such as earth-packed tires.
An Earthship addresses six principles or human needs:
  1. Thermal/solar heating and cooling
  2. solar and wind electricity
  3. self contained sewage treatment
  4. building with natural and recycled materials
  5. water harvesting and long term storage
  6. some internal food production capability

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Designing our Earthship would be fun.  It would provide a lot of sun in the winter.  We could make use of the natural landscape.




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It would be cool in the summer and still provide plenty of natural light.

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There are plans available online.  We'd just need to get ourselves a plot of land and get hopping.

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Construction might involve gathering and filling old tires with dirt and pounding them over and over with sledge hammers, and/or collecting a bunch of old bottles and/or cans and tediously joining them with concrete.  

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It could take many hours.  But could be a fun hobby, right?

Or... maybe I'd do a webcomic...

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Linking up this week with Mama Kat for the prompt:
2. Describe a hobby you would pursue if you had an additional hour to spend each day



Saturday, July 8, 2017

losing Denver

On Monday, Chaco talked me into climbing another 14er.  His secret plan was to actually climb two, but that wasn't revealed to me until I was already committed.

Mt. Belford is one of the Collegiate Peaks of the Sawatch range, sitting among Harvard, Yale, Princeton, etc....  I'd never heard of Belford University before.  Apparently it's in Texas.

Yet another pic with cardboard and the hat
Not far from Mt. Belford is Mt. Oxford.  Nice to have a prestigious Brit university among the crowd.  It's a bit of a steep ridge to get down from Belford toward Oxford, but nothing I hadn't done as a kid, before I had much sense.

Some clouds were moving in, but they looked to be blowing away from us, so Chaco had talked me into making the extra trek to Oxford.   Once on the summit, we found a couple of canisters held to the rocks with cables and containing logs we could sign.

Checking out the register on top of Mt. Oxford

As we sat and scarfed some snack sustenance for the descent, another hiker joined us.  I was beginning to wonder why we were the only ones there, so with this guy, I was able to stop wondering.   We had seen him on Belford where he'd asked if we'd seen his buddy, who was wearing a huge backpack, and was easy to spot and remember.  We told this guy (never got his name) where we'd last seen Backpack guy.  

Apparently, when Backpack guy arrived at Belford, he was less than thrilled to continue on to Oxford, what with that big old backpack and all.   So Denver (let's just call the guy "Denver" since that's where he was from) decided to hike to Oxford by himself, then rejoin the buddy on the way back (gotta go back to Belford to get down).

Chaco'd made a sign for Oxford too, complete with date.
How could I say, no?
It was quite windy and some new clouds were gathering, so we thought we'd better get going.  Denver asked if he could join us back across the ridge as it was kind of hairy in the wind.

Chaco took the lead with me close behind and Denver right behind me.  We could see a big cloud moving our way with the wind.  The cloud filled in the whole valley as we looked over the edge of the trail. Then it covered us and became fog instead of a cloud.

Right?  Fog is a cloud that you're in??

Anyway, the fog was very cool and a bit surreal and spit graupel at us.  I was glad I'd bothered to carry my windbreaker and put it on atop Oxford.  As we made it back to the summit of Belford, I looked back for Denver - the guy, not the city.  Didn't see him.  Where'd he go??

I wasn't really that worried about him as he is probably in his mid 20s and seemingly quite fit.  During our conversation, he'd told us that Oxford was his 18th fourteener, so this is something he does regularly.

But we never saw him again.  And I'm still wondering.


Thursday, July 6, 2017

fash-off



The wooden smell of the full-color catalog.  The soft feel of the pages. The cheerful images of healthy, happy, popular, smart, and friendly girls.  Every year in my early adolescence,  toward the end of summer, long before there was anything remotely resembling the internet, my mom would have me peruse the girl clothing sections of  Fall catalogs and Back-to-School flyers and make a few choice selections.  Remember, ladies?  Eegads!


Later, in my high school years, I preferred to do my own shopping at the mall.  But since the nearest mall was several miles away, those happy girls from JCPenney and such kept me sustained as quite the fashionista of middle school and jr. high!






Styles come and (thankfully) go.  They can be difficult to keep up with sometimes.  God forbid we should be caught wearing something that is "SO last year!"

Still, there are some current trends that I just can't get on board with. Fashion preferences are certainly subjective, so I'm not dissing anyone who likes stuff I don't like.  And truthfully, I am at least aware that my fashion sense is... uhm... "lacking".  But here goes, f'rinstance (all images from Pinterest)

Big Chunky Shoes


I don't like 'em.  Aside from the fact that I probably wouldn't be able to walk three yards in them, I just don't like the look.

I can't imagine that they're healthy for feet, knees, hips, spine, etc. but even if they were, I don't like 'em.

I see them with skirts, with pants, with shorts (??), and just, no.









Pastel Hair

This is another trend I'm seeing more of, on all ages and genders.  I'm just not a fan.  It just seems so My Little Pony.

It's hard for me to even know just what it is I don't like about it.  And given the popularity of pastel hair - even adorning friends of mine - I must be in the minority.









Ripped Everything

I kinda feel like the people who started this trend are all just laughing.

Them:  Let's shoot these jeans full of bullet holes and sell them for 50 bucks!

Consumers:  buy, buy, buy

Them:  OMG, hahahahahahahahaha.....





And just for completeness, let me make mention of a coupla trends I don't particularly like to see on men...




Sperm Squishing Jeans


I think I probably have a biological aversion to seeing skinny jeans on guys.

I realize I'm not in the target audience for Boy Bands in general, but I don't find this attractive and worry a bit about the future of our species.











Meggings

Or leggings for men.  Apparently those are a thing.

I feel a bit snooty saying this, because I really like to wear leggings.  Love the comfort and versatility and bright colors and patterns.  But honestly, I would not feel very comfortable being in a room with a man wearing meggings.








Any fashion trends you think should go away?

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Linking up again this week with Mama Kat for the prompt:
2. Make a list of the latest fashion trends that you just cannot do.



Sunday, July 2, 2017

freedom day and a twofer

Happy Independence Day weekend!  I guess many Americans are already celebrating.  It's always a bit "inconvenient" when the fourth falls in the middle of the week, but we should be grateful for the holiday.

My summer tutee is a college woman who is from a country other than the U.S.  We were looking over our schedules for this coming week, and noted we couldn't meet on Tuesday.

"Oh yeah, it's "Freedon Day", or what is it?" , she said.

"Independence Day", I answered (knowledgeable tutor that I am...)

"Oh, right", she replied, "We don't have that in my country!", she said with a laugh.  She, in fact, is a quite strongly opinionated and independent woman and certainly knows what the holiday stands for even if she gets the name wrong.  It's safe to say she likes living here.

And I like living here too!  So thanks to those rebels who got the ball rolling on that one.

Speaking of the good life, Chaco and I made another trek to the mountains yesterday.  I know of a few people, mostly younger than I am, who just love climbing the state's 14ers whenever they get a chance.  Now I think I'm starting to understand the "addiction".

Yesterday we enjoyed a beautiful hike up Gray's Peak and then shuffled on over to Torrey's Peak before descending back down again.  This is a popular route, known as "Gray's and Torrey's", which allows climbers to bag two lovely 14ers in one triangular day hike.

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Gray's Peak on the left, Torrey's on the right
This is an extremely popular hike, and if we'd had our act together, we probably would've driven up the night before and camped.  But it was really a Friday evening spur of the moment decision, and at least we had our act together enough to leave in the wee hours of Saturday morning and make good time to the trail head.

Despite the crowds, we both really enjoyed this hike.  Plus, the other hikers were all very friendly. I went passed a little boy with the smallest pair of YakTrax I've ever seen strapped to his little backpack.  Precious!

Behind Chaco, heading up to Gray's Peak
I really enjoyed the views and variety of terrain.  It was very rocky for good portions of the climb compared to Mt. Elbert.  We also enjoyed some snowy areas, but they either weren't as bad as Elbert or I'm starting to like them.  We did encounter a couple of hikers who were a bit freaked out by the snow and thus held up the hikers behind them a bit.  I didn't mind since I could sympathize with them, and I was just happy that I wasn't the freaked out one.