I followed in their footsteps.
An average summer day today, average temperatures, average clouds, I filled up an empty propane tank, and fooled around with a few things on the camper, trying to help it stay safe, dry, and comfortable. In other words, nothing interesting to write about, and yet here I am writing about it anyway.
I'm still looking at heading to the mountains next week to spend some time at "Pete's," do a little shooting, take a few pictures, and just enjoy the peace and quiet. I may go on Monday, but there's supposed to be some rain in the area, which might be okay because it gives me a better chance of some clouds and a nice sunset. Although the Jeep trail to my property can get into fairly bad shape, depending on how much rain there is.
But I really don't need a reason to go; just being there has been enough to keep me going back for the last 30 years or so. At 9,500 feet in elevation, it's cool enough in the summer to be comfortable, and even though it's only 40 acres, the fact that it borders the national forest gives me plenty of land to wander around in. The mountains that almost surround the place were high enough when I was younger to make for a challenging hike, but have now become a beautiful view from below as I slowly age out, losing the desire and possibly the ability to challenge the mountains.
There's a lot of history that happened on my land, starting with the Ute, Arapahoe, Comanche, and other Tribes who left their arrowheads on the land for me to occasionally pick up. And then the Spanish wrote about being in the area searching for gold in the 1600s. There were French fur trappers, "Pike's Peak or Bust" gold prospectors, ranchers, farmers, the railroads, and after all that was over and done, somehow I ended up there, leaving my footprints on the land where many pioneers and other historical figures have walked before.
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Not much to look at now, but one day soon it will be.…. Or not.
A rosebud.
Too close to a flower.