Northern Exposure - Part III

A woo-woo moment: computer crashed last May and I lost my "favorites." Since then, I've been gradually building them up again. This morning, ye gods, my old favorites were back. And of course the new, somewhat better organized were gone. This is too weird.

Meanwhile, back in colorful Colorado: Look at the wild flowers! Apparently in the spring up north in the grasslands the wild flowers are tremendous. My garden is good now. Clemantis has been a little iffy this year, and the black-eyed susan vine needs way to much TLC to leave for even a long weekend, so scratch that for next year. The basil, which was so water-logged this spring is going crazy, as are the bedding plants. All the geraniums I carried over the winter are big healthy blooming specimens. Good dill for cucumber salad. Italian and curly parsley both surging. Moss rose and nasturtiums abloom like crazy. One cleome has shown up which reseeded itself from last year.

Birds have adjusted to the new thistle seed feeder. Baby sparrows and titmice are gobbling down the seed in the feeder at the front of the house. Doves, cardinals, squirrels and chipmunks feeding on what gets spilled which is plenty.

Cool this morning. We drove to the Cape (Woods Hole) last night for a seafood dinner which couldn't be beat. I had my annual swordfish, cajun style. So tasty. Perfectly cooked, perfectly seasoned.

More later.

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Northern Exposure

Driving North on Colorado 71 out of Brush on Sunday morning with 2 hours to kill before driving to Denver International Airport. Lots of 90 degree turns in the road which caused grief for the country boys with a belly full of beer. We drove through Snyder where I did some serious drinking as an underage adolescent. Didn't see "Nick's." The whole town personified the words "God Awful." Sorry, Snyder, but you need a face lift. Almost a 3rd world scene.

We continued North to the land beyond the boonies. A few ranches, some cattle, lots of doves. I looked for Meadowlarks but didn't see any. Lonesome windmills. We drive across Colorado 14 and then dropped South on Colorado 52 to Ft. Morgan. Stopped at a restaurant from the AAA Guide which was serving both a breakfast and a lunch buffet. All for $9.95. And not bad.

On to Denver across the Great Plains, and they are truly great. Pollution now such that the mountains can't always be seen even from Denver. One wants to weep. We didn't go as far as Pawnee Buttes, but that has to be worth a trip. Google it and look at the images. Big wind farm in the distance. More coal trains from Gillette, WY heading toward Denver.

I lived in this area for years and never ventured into the country. Few towns, few people, just cattle and ranches and doves. Bet there's dove season in the fall. Later posts will have more photos.

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