Outside Yoga, Part Two

Yoga Outside, Part 1

Good luck finding that Gold....

In Colorado, you can't ignore this history of thegood old fashioned west. Well, I could celebrate it by just looking upon the gold laden mountains, but my mother cannot be so passive about it. Brought on by her childhood of doing so, she must take us all out to the old crumbling mines and walk around staring at the ground looking for something nice and sparkly. I ususally forego the actual gold hunting part and just enjoy the scenery and amuse at the image of my family SCOURING the ground that has been searched for the past 10+ decades.


One plus to the days on the mountain though are getting to see these totally awesome run down, half demolished, miner's buildings. Getting to explore those is pretty interesting. Another is the picnic lunches on the side of the mountains. Always the same since I was little, chips and sandwiches made that morning. I think it tastes better in the fresh air...

Dad found his piece of Fools Gold. Maybe he can finally get that Ferrari!



But sometimes you just gotta get a cool yoga shot....
This trip though, we found this Mining Museum that Mom wanted to check out. Here's hoping that once was enough, lots of rocks, lots of displays from 1976. Although there was a section dedicated to the uses of the minerals found in the mountains. Here, Tim ponders his environmental footprint on the world...

We also took a tour up in this totally podunk town. We had a feeling right away that it wasn't going to be quite what most would expect from an educational tour. And oh my were we right. I can't even begin to describe how the tour went, but I think if I give you this one image of our "Guide" then you will understand how it ended up going for us. Let me also just say, her mental acuteness and social apptitude match her dental hygiene....

That's a good place to wrap up. Now go brush your teeth.

Back in the Day (A Wednesday, of course)

I remember the walk I took a few months ago, the last real walk of 2009. It was almost "too cold", but I had my new camera and wanted to do it anyway. Oh, what I would give to have a day "too cold" like that again. It would be as if a huge heat wave had hit, and color had painted the skies. Remember blue? Remember how it felt to be able to actually see the ground? Without snow or even layers upon layers of salt. Even the ground that you can see is as what as the snow with much salt has been put on it this winter. It gets on your car, your shoes, your pants. Everything, as if you've been prancing around in a coke den all day.
The smell of grass. Of life. I swear the only outside smells I get now are the smells of going out to the garage where my car is warming up and the door is barely cracked to let just enough of the fumes out. Yummy, eh?


Reds, browns, kitties, and Tim!

Wednesday Whiteout.

These show why everyone in this town is in some desperate need of color in our lives....