June 26, 2005

• Here I am in Colorado. I'm missing the annual trip to Le Peep, on the
  morning after the big blowout. I got zero sleep last night, and was
  awakened to a snarky comment ("If it's really important, you'll find a
  way to go back to sleep,"),
  even though there are plenty of places to hold a conversation which
  *aren't* next to the couch where I was sleeping. Anger and frustration
  swell, and are put it check by some form of civility, but still
  smolder, ready to erupt at the wrong time. Now it's a question of
  avoiding the crowded restaurant, even though I'd really like to go. Ah
  well.

  The trip over here was uneventful, though I did take a side-trip down a
  back road or two into Colorado from southern Wyoming. CO state highway
  125, if you look on a map. Through some lovely scrub desert on up to
  the northern edge of the rockies, making valley passes into higher and
  higher landscapes. Eventually I got to North Park, a huge mountain
  valley, with a wildlife reserve splat in the middle of it. Also a town,
  Walden, population 870, which had been dubbed the moose viewing capital
  of Colorado. They had the most pathetic visitor's center, obviously
  built in a flurry of effort, now unmaintained and unvisited by anyone
  other than myself.

  I did actually see some moose(s), and took pictures, but they were more
  than 30 miles from the moose viewing capital. I'm not at my computer,
  so I can't upload the pix.

  More later.

  • 1:27 pm
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