Saturday Over Guanella Pass
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mishalakFriday was perfectly nice, but Saturday was breathtakingly good. Richie and myself had dinner the previous night with friends he calls his gay parents. Nice couple who helped him coming out who live near Kittredge Park. Just the four of us, simple good food. They had made noises about maybe coming with us the next day, but despite our relatively late start they were still busy with errands by the time we called around 11am the next day.
So it was just us off to the mountains. We stopped in Empire to see the real Hard Rock Cafe, nothing to do with rock and roll, it is a dinner that's been there since 1935. Then onward and upward to Georgetown. Richie was amazed by the quaintness of it all, I was amazed that despite living hear since he was about seven that he'd never really seen Georgetown. Then it was up the indifferently paved Guanella Pass road.
The aspens were turning and the steam railroad on the other side of the little mountain whistled at our first stop. There were also a great many other people out taking pictures of the golden veins shinning out from mountainsides of dark pine. After several more stops we had lunch on a boulder. It consisted of cheese, flatbread, plums, and a thermos of hot chicory coffee. We joked that two men having a picnic frightened off the cars that slowed then kept driving by being far too obviously gay.
It was good we stopped when we did for lunch as just a quarter hour after we packed up and resumed the upward progress it was much colder, more blustery, and occasional snowflakes fell from the sky. None the less there were more pictures and interesting sights, including a hydro electric energy storage project, a fantastic campground, and finally the snow dusted pass itself.
Going down the other side into Grant was less scenic, but warmer and we were back in town in good time to get to DASFA. More about that later, but new icon.
So it was just us off to the mountains. We stopped in Empire to see the real Hard Rock Cafe, nothing to do with rock and roll, it is a dinner that's been there since 1935. Then onward and upward to Georgetown. Richie was amazed by the quaintness of it all, I was amazed that despite living hear since he was about seven that he'd never really seen Georgetown. Then it was up the indifferently paved Guanella Pass road.
The aspens were turning and the steam railroad on the other side of the little mountain whistled at our first stop. There were also a great many other people out taking pictures of the golden veins shinning out from mountainsides of dark pine. After several more stops we had lunch on a boulder. It consisted of cheese, flatbread, plums, and a thermos of hot chicory coffee. We joked that two men having a picnic frightened off the cars that slowed then kept driving by being far too obviously gay.
It was good we stopped when we did for lunch as just a quarter hour after we packed up and resumed the upward progress it was much colder, more blustery, and occasional snowflakes fell from the sky. None the less there were more pictures and interesting sights, including a hydro electric energy storage project, a fantastic campground, and finally the snow dusted pass itself.
Going down the other side into Grant was less scenic, but warmer and we were back in town in good time to get to DASFA. More about that later, but new icon.
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Date: 2006-09-19 03:21 am (UTC)....and great new icon!
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Date: 2006-09-19 09:22 pm (UTC)