August 19, 2014

Debbie clutches camera, mountains, lake, and trees provide glorious background; another video begins to whirl, time to share meaning of setting. Pure, simple; nature gathered in one place bursting from the earth creating unmatched beauty and charm. Here life is cherished, souls are soothed, and year after year it births anew.

Cub Lake Trail

Friends remembered, trail familiar; horses poop too. Rising slowly above meadow, boulder chairs ubiquitous; birds, chipmunks, insects scurry. Hikers pause, greet, continue on; fishermen, fisherwomen try their best. Tripod mounted, all-pro Debbie waits. Rocky Mountain woodpecker poses; award-winning photo follows. Off trail trees provide relief, tripod bag reclaimed from previous site. Peace, serenity, wonderful memory.

                                                               

Alcoholics Anonymous

Never promote in press, radio, or film; a tradition; alas, what about a personal blog available to friends? Great meeting, great group, sense of family, belonging; newcomer, most important person was present. Seventeen stories, seventeen miracles! Old-timer sage enlightens, take-a-ways galore, happy, satisfied soul. Fulfilled, mountains, flowers, streams seem higher, brighter, clearer. Grateful alcoholic here!

                                                              

The Crags

Older brother, “Little David,” climb Little Prospect Mountain, 1948. The Crags (now Historic Lodge) on Big Prospect looks huge in little eyes. Memories abound, shared over dinner 66 years later. Estes Park Valley spectacular, Rocky Mountain National Park unchanged, Elk, deer, chipmunks, squirrels, and hundreds of bird species frolic. Open zoo populated by humans too.