View to town
Looking back down slope
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Aspen Highlands Ski Area
From the base of Buttermilk one can view the next ski area. The steep straight run is named Moment of Truth.
Laeving Sardi Field
Because of the Continental Divide to the east, all traffic departs and lands over the Roaring Fork River Valley to the west. There are dozens of large private jets parked at the airport, with one taking off or landing every few minutes.
Sunday Breakfast
Blueberry pancakes with maple syrup, bacon, grapefruit, and Peruvian herb tea before a day of skiing. The red netting outside is a temporary fence around the hot tub.
Saturday, March 24, 2007
New City Center
Looking down Fanny Hill Run the cranes locate the major expansion area already featuring two new gondolas.
Laurel Heights UMC Organ
We were moved by the Bach organ concert with readings from Albert Schweitzer.
Angel laughs
Hear the one about the chicken who...
'Must have been the funniest joke he had ever heard.
'Must have been the funniest joke he had ever heard.
A knitted a shawl for Mildred
A late Christmas present. She never would have guessed how difficult it is to knit with black yarn. But she did it!
Sunday, March 04, 2007
Tongues of fire
It dipped to near freezing overnight. A ran into some prickly pear in the dark, so we broke camp and drove the hour home.
T by campfire
We had s'mores with dark chocolate. T cooked the marshmellows to a golden brown. MMMMMMM-good!
Campfire
Something restful and beautiful about fire. T stoked it with limbs from a fallen cedar (Ashe Juniper) tree.
A by campfire
Having a beer with Mexican cheese crumbles while waiting for Polish sausage 'dogs, tomatoes, and sugar snap peas
Fire
It cooled off after sunset so we built a campfire. Because of the drought we had to keep it small and surrounded it with rocks.
Front door
A saddle blanket is our front porch and a rusted piece of farm equipment is our pot holder over the fire. Note T's Peru cowboy hat.
Under the live oak
We pulled up to this cedar break at the edge of a large meadow and set up our tent.
A opens gate
This gathering has been held yearly since 1970 and has seen three generations of Armstrongs and friends.
Armstrong gate
First weekend in March is the big Bob Armstrong campout out at his ranch near Liberty Hill. Many musicians and other liberals gathered for fun and music late into the night. A rode shotgun and opened the gates for our early arrival.
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