As you may or may not know, my bride sets up our itinerary for our vacations. I’m free to participate in them or not. An activity like horseback riding is something that I’ve passed on, which is really extraordinary seeing as how I look and act so much like a real live cowboy. The confident swagger (I got it). The “awe shucks Ma’am” demeanor after I rescue a lady in distress (nailed it). The boyish good looks (what can I say? God don’t make no mistakes…). The alpha male/John Wayne persona (got muh six-shooter by muh side…pilgrim). Me wearing just my straw cowboy hat and underwear, bare-chested on the cabins porch…blowing the steam off of my pine cone-shaped coffee mug (lookin’ pretty good if I do say so myself…).
Anyway…Connie had set up a couple of hiking days for us. One at Maroon Bells and the other at Hanging Lake. Let me be clear about this. Despite all of the macho stuff that you may think that you know about yours truly, Rich Ripley….liar extraordinaire, I really don’t care for activities. I like “alone time”. Driving…alone. Eating…alone. Listening to music…alone. Watching TV…alone. You get the idea. But here’s the catch, we had our three adult daughters along and I thought that I’d regret it if I didn’t hike with them…so up the mountain side I went, mile after glorious mile. Here are a number of photos with descriptions and captions.
I was goofing around at the trial head when our middle daughter scolded me.
Karalee: Dad…quit joking around so much. You’ll run out of breath!
Me: That’s quitter talk!! Ha ha ha WHEEZ….WHEEZZ….WHEEEEZZZ!!!
(Not a lot of oxygen up there in those hills. Rest assured…I remained hilarious)
My advice to you about hiking is this:
- Wear good shoes & proper clothing.
- Take snacks and plenty of water.
- Arrive early. It’ll take awhile to hike a mile or so to the attraction, and back.
- Learn multiple songs that can be sung by many, songs like 99 Bottles of beer on the wall. Singers of 99 Bottles of beer on the wall rarely surprise moose and/or bear, and if you do surprise them and they take one of your group…hopefully its the tenor. No one likes those snooty tenors….am I right?!
Okay…activities aside….we’d return to the cabin except for the one day when….
We were on the verge of death…literally starving and on life-support when we walked into this eatery in Glenwood Springs. Our daughters milled around the illuminated glass display cases when the owner (a younger guy) approached them and asked “YOU GIRLS READY TO PARTY?!” This place specializes in donuts, cronuts and specialty sandwiches. We went for the cronuts and were filled with fried, iced and filled with cream….DELICIOUSNESS!! It closes at two in the afternoon so we got two for the price of one…or at least the girls did.
Later on that night we drove down to Aspen to check out….wait for it….
As for Aspen itself…I could live with never going back. Its pricy and getting around is a little congested, what with it being nestled in between majestic peaks and such. We did see some cool homes though. The average price of a single family home? Five million clams.
Our cabin was a good place to stay. Unfortunately there were some issues that arose. We were blessed (still are). Our problems weren’t health or safety related…just a broken washer so that I had to haul our bath towels into town every day and wash them, then truck them back to the cabin to dry. THAT…right there…is a FIRST WORLD problem.
One more day of vacation left, plus a few twists and turns along the way. I think that I enjoy the road more than the stay. Thank you for following along. This vacation was made all the more enjoyable back when my brother Brian left for college in the summer of ’77 and left his record collection for me. Hours of listening to him and Creedence Clearwater Revival. That was a pretty good summer.
Until next time. God bless.