Changes in altitude, changes in attitude.
Yet another beautiful day in the Denver area. It's not a place where I want to spend the winter, but the summers are usually very nice, and even during the hottest part of the Summer escape from the heat is only half hour away if you pick any road and head for the mountains.
Now that I'm becoming more acclimatized to the altitude, I'm looking forward to getting up in the mountains again which probably won't be happening in June, but July is certainly at the top of my list to head for the hills.
The grandkids only have a half day of school this coming Friday, and I'm assuming that's because the parents and the teachers are all chomping at the bit to gain some altitude this weekend. I think it was Jimmy Buffett who sang about "changes latitude changes in attitude". I would expand on that by saying changes in altitude, changes in attitude. And I would also say that when I'm heading up into the mountains, I always feel better, and my problems and stress levels seem to be a thing of the past and are completely gone by the time I get to 10,000 feet.
I know that's not for everyone. If it were, there wouldn't be any sailors like Jimmy Buffett singing seagoing songs. And speaking of Jimmy Buffett, I so wanted to be the guy in the Margaritaville song. I only lived about 35 miles from the Keys and drove to Key West many times in cars and on motorcycles, so I knew what the Key West vibe was like, and I would've fit right in.
But it quickly became too late for me. Yes, I did enjoy margaritas, and I even blew out a flip-flop every now and then, but having a wife, a kid, and a VA mortgage put a serious crimp in the style of an aspiring beach bum. But at least I could pretend until I retired and was able to get some desert sand in my shoes.
Theboondork.... I was lazy, lackadaisical, and had no discernible ambition. I would've made a great beach bum. Jimmy Buffett would’ve sung songs about me!
Goose on the water.
Early morning at the area where the Platte River enters Chatfield reservoir.
This bird is so seldom seen that its name is the One-Eyed Seldom-Seen Bird. It is unique in that it builds a nest that floats on the water. Since rivers are always moving, their nest is usually a couple of miles downstream by the end of the day, which makes it very difficult for the parents to locate and feed their tiny, helpless chicks as they go floating by.
Hopefully, the chicks have learned to fly before they arrive at the Gulf of Mexico and are eaten by the Krackin.