Living like a normal person is hard
I was thinking about heading for the high country next Friday, figuring that would give me nine or ten days to suck in some cool, unpolluted air, before I have to get back to Denver for my VA eye doctor appointment.
And it’s not that nine or ten days isn't enough time; I just don't like having a schedule to live with. Normally, I prefer to stay as long as I want and leave when I'm ready. But this is Summer, and Summers are when I give up parts of my life to live like a normal person, with responsibilities, appointments, and mundane daily activities, so I can mostly avoid that kind of stuff in the winter when I'm traveling, and concentrating on having fun and doing just the things I want to do.
But in most Summers, I still manage to take a brief mini-vacation or two to the mountains, or down to southern Colorado to take pictures of the Sandhill cranes that rest there on their way to Arizona for the winter. However, I've been busy enough this summer, mostly because of selling the Arctic Fox, that I haven't had much time to think about taking a mini-vacation, other than my brief trip to Cripple Creek. And don't forget that I have a one-track mind, which makes it hard for me to think about vacations when my brain is preoccupied dealing with the Arctic Fox.
But the sale is over, and a brief trip to the high country at the end of this week would be a good way of increasing the altitude, and changing my attitude so I can mentally leave the Arctic Fox behind and start a new life with the only thing I have to worry about is my upcoming cataract operation..... That doesn't sound like a great trade-off now that I think about it.
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For some reason, I didn’t get a single decent sunset in Cripple Creek…. Don’t know why.
Another level Cripple Creek house, in an unlevel Cripple Creek world.
Yet another church in Cripple Creek. There were a lot of churches in Cripple Creek, but there were a whole lot more saloons, and the saloons were better attended than the churches.
I could have taken a better picture of this church, but that would have meant walking farther up the rather steep hill, and my legs and lungs were telling me... "That's fur enough flatlander, the good Lord may love Churches that reach halfway to Heaven, but unless you want to get there sooner than expected, you had better stay down here.