On my way to a visit in Ouray CO, I drove through Gunnison. It is nice to see a "cycling chick chic" culture developing there, as it has in Salida, Crested Butte, and a few other towns. There are very few examples when I actually like visiting a city. It's nice to finally have a chance.
Although the word 'charming' is easy to overuse, it does seem to be the right word to explain a middle aged (!) woman in a summery dress, pedaling a funky girlie-style bicycle, while wearing flip-flops. A wicker basket in mounted on the handlebar, and she might have a boule of bread sticking out of the basket. How youthful, unburdened, and unhurried she becomes the minute she jumps on that bike!
It would be nice to know where else this culture has developed besides a couple towns in Colorado -- and Copenhagen, of course.
I dispersed-camped overnight while visiting Ed and Patches. I think they liked the sagebrush hills and dirt road that we chose for our "Rage in the Sage." Later that night the sun set in the Elk Wilderness to our west; it colored the virgas over the sagebrush hills.
We just got back from our first hike with fellow bloggers, Mark and Bobbie, and John Q, a refugee from Indiana. Bobbie and John Q picked some alpine wildflowers, and adorned our alpine darlin':
OK Mark, the alpine wildflowers were breathtakingly beautiful -- and no facetiousness is meant. I thought that the frustration over the lack of sunlight was a good thing. It is more exquisite to yearn for some pleasure, and to get tantalizingly close to getting it, than to just wallow in it and lap it up.
I was pleased how one photograph turned out. Yes, pretty flowers are fun to look at. But it is more intriguing to imagine what the world looks from their point of view, and from the viewpoint of the ground, rather than the human spectator.
Although the word 'charming' is easy to overuse, it does seem to be the right word to explain a middle aged (!) woman in a summery dress, pedaling a funky girlie-style bicycle, while wearing flip-flops. A wicker basket in mounted on the handlebar, and she might have a boule of bread sticking out of the basket. How youthful, unburdened, and unhurried she becomes the minute she jumps on that bike!
It would be nice to know where else this culture has developed besides a couple towns in Colorado -- and Copenhagen, of course.
I dispersed-camped overnight while visiting Ed and Patches. I think they liked the sagebrush hills and dirt road that we chose for our "Rage in the Sage." Later that night the sun set in the Elk Wilderness to our west; it colored the virgas over the sagebrush hills.
OK Mark, the alpine wildflowers were breathtakingly beautiful -- and no facetiousness is meant. I thought that the frustration over the lack of sunlight was a good thing. It is more exquisite to yearn for some pleasure, and to get tantalizingly close to getting it, than to just wallow in it and lap it up.
I was pleased how one photograph turned out. Yes, pretty flowers are fun to look at. But it is more intriguing to imagine what the world looks from their point of view, and from the viewpoint of the ground, rather than the human spectator.
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| A lone columbine amongst its neighbors. |
Comments
Box Canyon Mark
I hope I am not being too intellectual.
Jim