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Some more of the beauty experienced around Boulder some weeks ago. Granite rock, falling leaves and helicopters, the dawn breaking over leaves and red rock, roses, clouds, and more. check out the gallery Continue reading
After our visit to the Hoover dam we went back down the road a bit and went exploring down Gold-Strike Canyon. The canyon winds its way down the hills towards the Colorado. There may or may not be hot springs along the way, we didn’t go far enough to find any. Lots of cars along the Dirt road, obviously a known and well frequented spot. There is no trail really, just follow the wash on down and respect the desert environment by limiting off trail use. The sun was fading as we dropped down away from the highway. Caves and rims illuminated in the sun. Continue reading
Playing with focus:
Went up Red Mountain in the Indian Heaven Wilderness area a few weeks ago. Up at the watch tower I was playing with the camera a while. This is one thing that resulted from that play.
With no more tournament games to play more bay area explorations were called for. Rather than climb Mount Tamalpias, we headed over to Marin and Tennessee Valley. Too bad cousins and family did not join. They would have enjoyed more beach time and the California smells and blooming poppies. Continue reading
Tuesday rolls along and with it an adventure. I wake up early and pack my bag, make a quick phone call to check the status of my bike repair, then grab a bike and rush not tobe late. I get to the bus stop just a minute before my bus arrives, and then struggle for another minute trying to get the bike on the bike rack. I finally do but at the next stop a man takes forever to find his change and then the bus driver takes a wrong turn and has to do a U-turn on a busy street in Christchurch… that was a sight to behold. I consigned my self to the fact that things were running slow and tried to take in the sights of Christchurch as the bus – slowly – made its way to the east side of Christchurch. I finally get off (a stop later than I asked due to another lapse on the drivers part) and make my way to the bike shop to pick up my Bike. Thank fully they tightened the spokes so now it rides quiet, but they didn’t do to well at keeping the wheel true… oh, and let me assure you that none of these events were really mistakes. Indeed this post has nothing to do with any mistakes, except that my first destination is Taylor’s Mistake. Continue reading