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[Jun. 27th, 2005|02:58 pm]
I'm waiting for a couple hundred thousand files (literally) to copy from one machine to another, so I'll update real quick.

Saturday around 1:30 we finally piled ourselves into the car and drove up into the mountains to visit my family. Got there around dinnertime; I got to help bread chicken bits. Not much interesting in the evening; Mom & I watched the Andy Goldsworth documentary that Karen loaned me (Rivers & Tides). Blue (the very spooky kitty) actually let me pet him for a little bit! I think it's because I didn't look at him while I approached.

No hummingbirds to watch; apparently it's been so wet that there are enough flowers and bugs to eat that the hummingbirds have no interest in the feeders they have hanging outside. We slept in the bunk-house. The moon was hidden behind clouds, so it was PITCH-BLACK outside. Always makes me glad I don't live in the past.

Sunday morning we got up early to go rafting. My parents are doing some work for them (answering phones, driving shuttle vans, etc.), so we got to go for free. Made breakfast and headed down the hill for the 9 am trip.

It was lots of fun! A couple (pretty mild) patches of whitewater; enough to get most of the passengers fairly soaked. It was sunny and warm, so not unpleasant. The group we went with had a three-year-old who was quite distressed by it, though; he cried non-stop for five minutes after getting splashed, then konked out. Lots of pretty mountain scenery. Lots of wildlife: we saw a turkey buzzard, and a bald eagle, and a beaver swimming across the river, and a pair of falcons of some kind (peregrines? Kestrels? We couldn't tell) chasing one another, and plenty of juvenile geese and ducks, and an iridescent black bird that I later looked up in my Mom's bird book and determined it to be a grackle. (Not that a grackle is particularly noteworthy, but now I know what they look like and "grackle" is a neat word.) Oh, and a number of dogs in life-vests, ready to go rafting.

Got back to the house at lunchtime. We poked around a bit, decided not to go hiking in the early thundershowers, and instead started back for home early midafternoon. Nasty traffic around Idaho Springs with no apparent cause. Stopped at Black and Read & picked up a couple things with birthday money from Mom.

Came home, cleaned up, crashed.

[User Picture]From: zalena
2005-06-27 02:42 pm (UTC)
I'm definitely feelng some mountain envy... although I can see all those animals (& more) just feet from my house. The very dead pigeon, however, has been disposed of, in a funeral by "Grand Central Station" shopping bag. I figure it's where all good pigeons go when they die.
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[User Picture]From: ng_nighthawk
2005-06-28 12:01 pm (UTC)
Pitch black is the ideal state for nighttime. As is absolute silence, broken only by occasional frog croaks.

Of course, that's only because that's how it was where I grew up.
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[User Picture]From: k8cre8
2005-06-28 02:29 pm (UTC)
Me too. Except, no frogs. Later, when we had neighbors, there were a few porch lights. I still have pretty good dark vision. Unless, well, I'm carrying an armload of props, and there are stairs.
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