Boondocking through life, one campsite at a time
Yesterday, I wrote about visiting Cripple Creek, Colorado, for the 4th of July holidays, but I was called away to babysit the grandkids before I could finish explaining why spending the holidays in Cripple Creek might be a good idea.
Along with events like the Street fair and two nights of a fireworks displays, there are also a couple of ghost towns and semi-ghost towns in the Cripple Creek area.
I've always loved ghost towns; they've many stories to tell, and many stories that remain untold. However, the towns and the folks who lived there are authentic Westerners, and they lived lives that would be a nightmare for us. Yet, they not only lived, they thrived.
But ghost towns have more than stories to tell; they also offer great opportunities for taking pictures, and since photography is my only hobby, I'm sure there will be a plethora of opportunities to capture a few snapshots.
Another reason for going to Cripple Creek is to fulfill the local legal requirement of cutting the weeds growing on the vacant land that I own. Last year Cripple Creek sent me a warning that I needed to cut the weeds or I would be fined, thrown in the cripple Creek jail, and eventually hung. Apparently, unkempt lawns are a serious offense in Cripple Creek, akin to murder or donkey rustling.
Also, I would like to test out camping on my property to see if it's something I enjoy doing during the summer. I figure if I can camp on my little city lot, which is only about 100 feet from the back door of one of the many casinos in town, that will give me some information about plans for spending time in Cripple Creek in the future, and since Cripple Creek is about 9500 feet in altitude it's a nice, cool place to be when the temperatures get to high in Denver.
Theboondork..... Boondocking his way through life.
My 10-year-old grandson. He decided to get a buzz cut for the Summer, instead of his normal longish hair, and it was a pretty good move. Now he doesn’t have to listen to Mom and Grandma telling him to comb his hair all the time.
My eight-year-old granddaughter. She was unaffected by her brother's buzz cut and stuck with the long, unruly hair.
The family dog. He likes to sleep on the back of the sofa, which gets them up off the ground so he can see what’s going on in the room. When your eyes are only 10 inches above the floor, getting up high makes perfect sense.
This is the family butterfly. His lifespan is only about six hours, even less if a bird sees him, so he hasn’t had much time to develop a personality. We don’t know if he’s a Dude or a Dudet, but he’s a good flyer and knows how to hang on a leaf, which is more than I can say for myself.