Today it was off to yet another area of the park – Wild Basin.
The trail followed a stream for a good portion of the time.
These bridges were either not washed out or rebuilt from the Sept 2013 floods.
The water really couldn’t decide the best path down the mountain, so it just kind of went every which-way.
This was probably the last day for this little Frosty.
Not many days I’ve hiked through snow and seen a hummingbird!
Unfortunately, even though they are given explicit exemption from domesticated animals on the trail, we did not see any llamas!
The parting group shot! We left just in time. Three of the next four nights there were tornado watches and 8 inches of rain the following two days after we left, a tornado touchdown nearby, and knee-deep hail in parts of Denver. Just like I brought sunshine to Iceland, I’m evidently a vacation good weather charm at the moment.
Today was a bit lower-key so we drove the trail ridge road, which has a peak elevation of 12,183 ft above sea level, making it the highest paved road in the U.S.
How’d you like to plow the right lane?
We always told Martin he would get to go places his sisters did not. Well, here’s one!
Even though it is June, the snowpack is still quite impressive along the road.
And even higher near the pass.
Part of the alpine visitor center is dug out – the snow is still up to the roof to the left and right of the entrance.
The building next door was not faring much better – the restaurant and gift shop had only a few opening for some of the windows.
Why they needed an area closed sign down this trail was a bit perplexing!
Near the pass.
Our long-time traveling companions enjoying a warm and bright mountain afternoon.
Back in the lowlands, the elk grazed.
We hiked to within a few miles of the headwaters of the Colorado River.
Mrs. Moose peaking out from the trail along the Colorado River.
Our first big hike was up to Mills Lake in Rocky Mountain National Park.
The trail started out dry, then as we moved up, a little wet…
and then a little white for much of the way. But the weather was warm and it was shorts weather.
Around the bend, approaching Mills Lake.
The intrepid hiker nearing the lake.
Martin with what we call his “outdoor advertisement” look.
Finally at the lake.
This place was reminiscent of Moraine Lake in the Canadian Rockies with the numerous peaks surrounding the lake.
A look at one of the peaks on the way back down.
Depending on the elevation the Aspen leaves were out…
or not, but the pasque flowers were.
On our way to to a few days in the mountains – but first we must traverse Nebraska.
I’ve never been through Nebraska during the height of spring. The trip across was very green, and the Platte River was at flood stage. Contrary to many opinions, Martin thought it was more interesting than driving across Iowa as the highway followed the river for a good part of the state and the range was green instead of the current black of the Iowa cropland. Lots of wild turkeys along the river as well.
All three kids were home this weekend before scattering to the wind again.
They did have time to construct a “three-story” hammock.
The garlic is looking great for May.
As are the potatoes. Of course, we are already eating spinach and lettuce.
Just a reminder of the great soil we have to work with!
A few shots from the joyful graduation from seminary in Chicago (four years in the making).
The whole fam, together for the first time in about 9 months.
The class, both honorary and real graduates.
Linda and the kids.
The spousal duo.
The dinner for the graduates the night before graduation.
First UU Chicago, home of graduation. A bit more “churchy” than many other UU buildings – this one is 175 year old and is in Hyde Park.
The inside of the church.
Linda happily in the procession.
With her major professor. Congrats to Linda!
A weekend in Chicago to celebrate Linda’s graduation, but first a little distraction.
The hotels downtown where$500-$900 a night, so we rented a condo in the West Loop. This is the view from the window at night.
and by day.
One stop was the Art Institute. Something for everyone – medieval armor.
A Sunday on La Grande Jatte never goes out of style!
Linda and Water Lillies.
Had a couple of vehicle incidents that both almost required I turn in my man card, but eked out of both. First, I buried the CRV in the field.
This is a bad photo taken with my phone as I walked away defeated. I USUALLY take a walk to make sure it is not to soft when I drive here, but since we’v had no precip in March and the pond and wet area in the pasture have been bone dry for a week or more, I thought things would be firm. Wrong – once the wheels break through the sod into the black gumbo, you are done. I tried propping boards under the tires to run up on. No luck.
I then went to get the tractor, but all I left with was making these ruts with the tractor. I was able to get the tractor out, but my chain wasn’t long enough to pull from a firm area. Had I buried both the CRV and tractor, I would have had to forfeit my man card.
Here’s the rut from the front wheel of the CRV. Our good neighbors came over with an even bigger tractor and even longer chain and said about dragging it out “The tractor didn’t even know it had a fish on the line.”
The other incident was a problem with the car. Emma reported that she thought she might have left the lights on, but got a jump and got home fine. Next day I drove her to Ames and when I went to leave, again, nothing, not even a turn over. I figured the battery was dead and was eager to get on with my day and called AAA and asked to use the “bring you a new battery and install it” service so I wouldn’t have to mess around with all that. After I made the call, I then popped the hood to indicate to the tow truck where we were. It was then that I noticed the battery cable had come loose from the battery and was resting slightly above the battery terminal. I just put it back on and everything was fine and cancelled the AAA call. Would also have had to turn in my man card if the AAA service man had popped the hood to put in a new battery and found it just unattached!
After weeks of gruelling early morning and after school practices – along with 2 a days over Christmas break, swim season is a wrap.
Wearing the gear on the deck.
A mass of swimmers at the conference swim meet.
Martin doing his favorite event, the 100 breaststroke.
He also swam the 50 freestyle.
Can’t say I blame to woman who can’t bear to look at all the hairless males surrounding her!
Martin has been the young man of many looks.
The formal for a band concert.
A curly head of hair produced without benefit of artificial curling technology.
The head after months of swim practice and pink dye.
Finally, all gone, ready for final swim meet of the year.
We are on the backside of fall, with November on the horizon next week. We had a day in the mid 70’s so took a break from the grind of studying and working around the farm for a trip to Ledges State Park.
They grow big leaves here!
It was a great day to take a hike up a creek, especially this one with lots of sand on the bottom. (Emma will be bummed she missed the green stuff near Mom’s head.)
Even though the leave are past prime, there is still enough color to make things interesting. Yes, there are places like this in Iowa!
Martin “owns” the sandstone outcrop.
First time noticing this shrub with brilliant pink berry protectors – this is a spindle tree or Euonymus europaeus.
A peek at the berries inside.
We headed down to a mini-maker faire at the science center of Iowa this weekend. It was full of 3d printers, CNC machines and the like.
Of course, some of the usual exhibits never quite get old!
How about a keyboard made out of carrots?
Or a cheap DIY microscope that uses a cell phone camera for incredible magnification!
There was also a virtual reality trailer from ISU and a virtual welding helmet as well. Oh, and a traveling Tardis and R2D2 as well!
After returning home after an absence of longer than a week, you get an appreciation of all the things that you do, even though you feel like you are never caught up. Seeing what the farm looks like with a week of inattention brings home how much really does get done.
Garlic was ready to pull.
Onions wer ready to pull.
Sunflowers went wild.
And we finally got around to introducing Martin to firearms training – one of the many rural skills that have eluded him to date.
Since we were only 90 miles from Niagara Falls, we decided we could get there on a weekday at the time it opens to beat the crowds.
Falling water always seems to put a smile on your face.
It was refreshing to see vast quantities of clear water thundering over the falls.
Of course we took at the boat tour and this was about as close as you could get a picture before the mist and water covered the camera lens. It was rather ethereal to be in the middle of this mist with falls thundering down around you in a half circle.
And we had to take the boardwalk down to the bottom of the falls.
Enroute down to the base of the falls.
Hardly ever a picture of Dad, so here ya go.
Standing in the “Cave of the Winds” at the base of the falls – feeling and looking for all practical purposes the middle of a hurricane.
More reveling in the tumbling water.
A look down from a bit up. Yeah, it’s touristy. But it’s also the highlight of the trip for a 13 year old boy!