Bones

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We went to Dinosaur Ridge this morning, the place where the first stegosaurus bones were found in the U.S. It was 92 when we got there. A ride in the vanasaurus, an unairconditioned bus like airport rental shuttle rides, took us up the ridge where we saw bulges in the rock created by brontosauruses walking on their tippy toes and squishing mud far down with their huge tonnage. We also saw a large collection of dinosaur footprints laid down on a beach a hundred million years ago. Grandma and Grandpop enjoyed the tour as much as the kids.

After Dinosaur Ridge, we went to the Red Rock Amphitheater, not for a concert but to find a picnic area. We found one high on a Fountain Formation (red sandstone) ridge overlooking all of the Denver Metro. The breeze was cool, the food was good.

The drive into Denver to drop off Ruth and Gabe with their Dad was hot. As we got further and further into Denver proper, the heat went to 98 degrees. A bit later it hit 104 on our way back toward the Front Range and home. Yike. Fortunately, it was only 74 on Black Mountain Drive.

 

 

A bit more on Colorado

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Fairplay, South Park
Fairplay, South Park

We have become much more familiar with the Denver metro area. The southern suburb of Littleton has become our medical neighborhood. We visit it often, perhaps a bit more often than we’d like. Jazz clubs Dazzlejazz and Braun’s are regular evenings out. The Curious Theater has entertained us with the work of contemporary American playwrights. Museums from the Colorado History Museum to the Museum of Science and the Denver Art Museum. Restaurants with Western flair like the Fort and The Buckhorn Exchange. Many sushi spots including the unusual Domo which features Japanese rural cuisine.

Shadow Mountain from the Upper Maxwell Creek Trail, Cliff loop
Shadow Mountain from the Upper Maxwell Creek Trail, Cliff loop

Most of our time has been spent here on Shadow Mountain or in the immediate vicinity: Conifer, Evergreen, Bailey. These mountain communities are quite different. Evergreen is a tourist destination for day trippers from Denver, but it has a distinct flavor that makes it much more than a tourist town. It has homey cafes, gourmet restaurants, an excellent jewelry store, two synagogues, small shops and large grocery stores. Conifer is a geographic anomaly, not incorporated, but quite large physically with three different “activity areas” two anchored by their own large grocery stores King Sooper and Safeway and the third with a Staples, a great ice cream place, Liks, and our vet, Sano Vet Hospital. Bailey is distinctly downmarket compared to Conifer and Evergreen, but it has a rough mountain charm. Our favorite marijuana dispensary, the Happy Camper, is outside Bailey. We visit each of these towns frequently.

Electricity, Electricity Every Where and not a Volt To Use

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One unhappy camper. Yesterday, after the lights went out as IREA shut down our electricity for scheduled maintenance, the generator came on. Just as it was supposed to do. A minor but real victory in an as long as we’ve been here slightly unfinished project. But. No power in the house. Gnashing of teeth. Verbal expressions of displeasure. Frustration of immense proportions.

This meant that until Todd from Altitude Electric came out about 10 am we had no power, even though our solar panels were producing electricity and the generator was producing electricity. We were making a lot of our own power and able to use none of it. Irony? I think so.

 

 

When the Lights Went Out on Shadow Mountain

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Power line runs among these trees
Power line runs among these trees

Today is the power outage, scheduled to begin in half an hour. A damaged Xcel transmission line has to get repaired. Pinecam.com has been abuzz. Bad IREA folks for not posting a map of the affected area.

Weird phenomenon. Because folks who got the letters or phone calls from IREA knew about the outage two or so weeks ago they posted about it on Pinecam. Then, those who had not gotten letters or phone calls began to worry that they, too, were affected and had not been told. This went from suspicion to certainty with demands to do it on another date or at night. At night?

Turns out IREA had not posted a map so crooks couldn’t use it as a reference for break-ins. And, no letter or no call, no outage. Oh. Everybody calmed down.

solar panels 11 22 middayApparently, at least according to Seth who installs solar panels, when the grid goes down, the solar does not pick up the slack. Just why I’m not sure, but I’m waiting for the  event to find out. Nothing like an empirical test. Anyhow, since we have a generator, we should be fine, but it’s not been used since Patrick worked on it back in January or so. A test for it, too. Maybe.

Meanwhile Tyler is coming today to finish removing the slash, not much left. When he’s done with that, he and I will stack all the logs bucked for Seth and Hannah into short piles so those two can get them easily. That will mark the end of this phase of fire mitigation. There are other matters, but they will wait awhile. I’m tired of the lumberjack life right now. Literally. Tired to the bone from it.

NFS SignRuth and Gabe come up last night. We have them through Friday afternoon. This is our first time with them since the divorce news. We’re very glad to see them and will provide a point of stability and love. A hard time for kids since they need to sort all this stuff out, too.

Some hiking for Ruth and me, a trip to Dinosaur Ridge, then a picnic at Red Rock Ampitheater today or tomorrow. Gabe had a bad bleed a couple of weeks ago and his physical therapist told him no running or jumping until July! He’s 8. That’s a tough restriction. The problem is that if this bleed gets exacerbated and recurs it can become a continuing problem. For life. High stakes for a young child.

Well, fourteen minutes to lights out. I’ll let you know.

Meh

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Reading an article in the New York Review of Books about how the internet has hollowed us out and made us habituated phone-impaired dupes of the surveillance society. My reaction to these technology is making us slaves to the machine sort of articles? Meh. This one has an interesting line which rhapsodizes over the old copper-wire enabled linking of two voices one to the other in real time. Well, the bakelite phone discouraged person-to-person visits, leaving us isolated and alone in our television dominated homes. Or so I’m sure some social critic claimed at the time. Likewise television alone. Kill your TV!

The meme here is not the effect of latter day chip-enabled technology but the article propounding the deleterious effects of technology, period. Remember the Luddites? This is an old argument, one simultaneously proven by the current it gadget and invalidated by the next one. The question is not now and has never been about technology, but about humanity.

It is reassuring to find single cause boogeymen (boogeythings?). If only we could remove all smart phones. If only we could rid of cars. If only we could kill our TVs. Very few mentions in this regard of furnaces, stoves, refrigerators, the electric light. That’s because this technology has been integrated into our lives and now serves a purpose most of us can’t imagine doing without.

My point is not that technology has no affect on our lives, hardly. Rather, it has, like so much else junk bonds, jet travel, level roads and government inspected meat for a few examples, differing effects on different people. Some it aids, some it harms. The responsibility for how it affects you is your own.

I think the question is not how technology affects us, but how we use technology to redefine our individual lives. Computing technology, whether in a laptop or desktop, smartphone or tablet, is a tool. When we use a tool, it extends our bodily Self further into the world, often in ways we could not achieve without it. The chainsaw, for example, makes it possible for me to cut down large trees, take off their limbs and cut them up further into fireplace size logs. It makes me sharp and strong, able to move forests.

The computer, whatever its configuration, on the desk or in my hand, extends my reach, enables me to write and save work, research much of the world’s knowledge, communicate easily with my brother and sister, in Saudi Arabia and Singapore respectively, jot notes to friends and family, buy tickets, find services nearby me, plan travel domestic and foreign. In my world these are good things.

What’s really happening is another churning of the sea of human identity, some old ideas will submerge, sink out of sight, others will be transformed and others will be made de nouveau. This is not scary, nor revolutionary, nor sinister. It’s culture at work, shaped and shaping. The future is an extension of the present, as the present is an extension of the past.

More Adventures With Chainsaw Bob

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My old friend
My old friend

More Chainsaw Bob. Took my saw into Chainsaw Bob for sharpening and an overhaul. “Let’s look inside and see if we have enough saw to overhaul.” Chainsaw Bob, with a monk’s tonsure and a long, flowing white beard, quickly removed the air filter, took out a flashlight and looked inside, shaking his head.

“Not good. See those striations?” I did. “See how we have them over here, too?” I did. “Not good. I’m afraid this saw is not worth an overhaul.” Oh. “With that it’ll have trouble idling.” In fact, that’s frustrated me the last week or so. I have to reach the throttle fast to keep the saw moving. Otherwise, it chugs, sputters and dies.

I’ve had this saw eight or nine years and it’s served me well. Wish I’d attended to whatever was causing this problem. It will work for a while anyhow, then I’ll have to consider whether to buy another one. Fire mitigation is mostly done and is the most chainsaw intensive task we’ll ever have here.

Back to Bob. I noticed a tin dancing bear sitting in a window of his crowded shop. “You a Deadhead, Bob?” “Music died on August 9, 1995. Since Jerry died, nothing good.” So, the old guy who cares for two-cycle engines like they’re babies is, in fact, about my age. However, he probably listened to the Dead while riding in a Huey gunship over the rice paddies of Vietnam.

two topper cutLast time I saw him Bob had just returned from hip surgery and wasn’t sure he’d ever walk again. He did. And is.

He rents chippers, asked me if I wanted to rent one. No thanks, I have someone coming. “Malevolent, evil machines,” he said, shaking his head, stubbing out the ever present Camel in a melamine ashtray. “If I rent’em, I go out and check on’em. Checked on a guy last week and he had 12, 13 year olds without gloves or goggles feeding the machine. I took it back. He wasn’t happy.”

You Try to Remain Calm

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Webcam of Hwy285 near the accident site
Webcam of Hwy 285 near the accident site

“So you try to remain calm and remember your training. Not easy to do as you use the last t-shirt that came home in the box with your nephew from Iraq to try to keep the inside of his head where it belongs.”

“Meantime help from the young man that caused the incident is running around getting in the way crying ‘Please don’t let him die, I didn’t see him. Please don’t let him die’. Tried to be nice but had to tell him to get the f out of the way.”

“Was trying to figure out how to make an airway out of Pepsi bottle or something when he slipped away, as the fire department pulled up.”
Redneck for Hire, Pinecam.com

Life. Like the flickering of a firefly or a summer breeze passing through a mountain meadow. We have it, then we don’t. Tyler, my young helper who will be a junior next year at Conifer High School, had an uncle killed in a motorcycle accident on Highway 285, Saturday. Pinecam.com, that smalltown breakfast joint of a website, had several entries talking about the accident.

One, from a poster who takes the handle Redneck for Hire, was very poignant. He has EMT training and was on the scene before Elk Creek Fire Department. Tyler’s uncle died in his arms while he tried to remember something he could do to help. What was an abstracted source of hometown news became personal, even for me, though only in this tangential way. It’s the slow integration of our life with the lives of others who live near us.

Driveway the day we got home. Eduardo and Holly cleared our driveway.
Driveway the day we got home from Korea. Eduardo and Holly cleared it.

Our neighbor Holly is still in California, having had thyroid cancer surgery at Scripps in San Diego. Eduardo worked on the family beach house outside Tijuana. His father has late stage Alzheimer’s and the beach house is a place for him to enjoy. The two of them cleared our driveway before our return from Korea.

Next door neighbor Jude’s dogs are quieter, the front yard neater. He has a woman friend who has moved in. Jude was fired from his job as a shift supervisor at a casino in Blackhawk about a year ago. He returned to the welding business of his father, having worked there before. Now, he says, he’s so much happier. Glad he was fired.

Jon and Jen are in the early stages of a divorce. Painful news in so many ways. Yet, having been there myself, I know that once a relationship sours the way back can close down forever. Made more difficult of course by Gabe’s hemophilia and both Ruth and Gabe’s gifted, but troubled personalities. As grandparents we’re very limited in what we can do other than that most important thing: love them all, through it all and afterwards.

chiefhosa300You might consider this an OMG moment for us since we moved out here to be closer to the grandkids and Jon and Jen. To the contrary. It makes the move make even more sense. We have a chance to be of real assistance, up close. I’ve spent a lot of time talking with Jon already. Nodding. Listening. Reassuring. We will be here.

Yes. life is a firefly flickering or a summer breeze across a mountain meadow, but while it flickers, while the breeze blows, what an amazing experience.

Clouds Will Form and Rain Will Fall, Even on That Day

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Cub Creek Trail
Cub Creek Trail

“The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness. ”
John of the Mountains: The Unpublished Journals of John Muir, (1938), page 313.

Though nothing in our immediate vicinity would count as wilderness, Mt. Evans, the fourteener that lies directly west of us and is our weathermaker, has a designated wilderness area all around it. I can access the Mt. Evans’ Wilderness Area on the Cub Creek Trail, about two miles from home.

The mountains are our everyday, rising, rising, rising yet still. Steady. Tall. We have our life on and among them, enjoying the air cooled by Shadow Mountain, a mile and a half above sea level. The lodgepole pines, interspersed with the occasional aspen grove, are the mountains’ hair, growing longer and longer. Sometimes the odd bald spot appears, usually with craggy rock visible.

Black and red fox, mule deer and elk, black bears and mountain lions, squirrels and chipmunks are our neighbors. We’re just two legged mammals in our dens up here. With the millions of years of age the mountains represent, in very physical form, our few thousand years as a species is unnoticeable. When we’ve run our course and the homes here on Shadow Mountain are fit only for archaeology, Shadow Mountain will still exist. It will not wonder where we’ve gone, nor feel a pang of loss.

I like the feeling of our impermanence set in contrast to the mountains. They too will erode away, yes, their immovability moved by water following the demands of gravity, but it will take so long. Cannot be imagined, how long it will take. Our visit to the heights will be long over when Shadow Mountain is of Appalachian size. And even on that day the sky will be blue, clouds will form and rain will fall.