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BV and Nathrop

July 5, 2014

Saturday, 5 July2014

We tried the next-door Evergreen cafe for breakfast today. It was okay, but not better than okay. Jacky has sore feet from hiking, so I went out alone for a short hike, across the river, up the steep shortcut trail (which wasn’t all that steep), eventually to an old railroad grade that was very nearly level and very nearly straight.


The view of BV and the collegiate peaks in the distance.


Cuts through the rock for the railroad make it a very easy road/trail today.


And I saw a pair of foxes. One of them scurried away while I was fumbling with the camera. Very unusual for me, at least. Mark told me later that they are fairly common in the mountains.


Back in BV, Main Street was closed and the special cars were lining up for a day of car show. A Shelby Mustang, above.


A 1929 Auburn 120 Cabriolet, above, one of only three known to exist.


An old police car, the six rectangular sections above the fender having been adapted to ripple red and blue flashes.


And the usual selection of completely ridiculous vehicles.

Back to the motel fairly early. We stopped at the grocery store and picked up goodies, then drove to Pat’s at Nathrop, where lots of people had already arrived and many more showed up over the course of the day.


Brad playing ball with Sawyer. He spent a lot of the day playing with all of the kids. As batter, Lucienne probably does best.

And Roy had brought along three of his rockets. We went off to the common area to fire them off, and attracted quite a crowd of locals, some of whom were really angry at what they perceived as fireworks. They adamantly refused to believe that these were not fireworks.


While waiting for the rockets to be set up, Dave the designated photographer was invited to take group shots. I’ll omit the group shots, but just note (below) that Sawyer (especially) had exceeded his patience level of sitting amongst the group looking photogenic. I can hardly blame him.


After a complete misfire of the first rocket, most of us wandered away. Roy eventually got the largest rocket to fire. It rose a few feet, went sideways, slammed into the embankment, and then the parachute deployed. Exactly like a road-runner cartoon!


But Roy had three rockets, and the other two eventually launched. Above, we see a streak of rocket blast right in the center of the picture as it took off. Below, its return to earth via parachute.



There was also a sun dog, not something we see that often.

We retired to Pat’s for more munchies than we really needed, and eventually got down to business with barbequed chicken and pork.


The youngest of the miniature people present had her own ideas about the proper way to eat all this stuff.



Around mid-afternoon, we made our excuses and escaped. Back to BV, where we wandered the town a little. The bars we haven’t already visited don’t appeal, and the Eddyline, where we were yesterday, was jammed with people watching the World Cup game, which also didn’t appeal very much.


We looped back toward the motel on a side street and discovered an active blacksmith business, and good for them.

Eventually ended up at the Branding Iron bar and grill next to the motel, where we sat on the patio for drinks. After the massively large lunch, we thought appetizers might suffice for dinner, but they didn’t really offer anything, so we skipped. We don’t really need anything more to eat.

Buena Vista and Nathrop

July 4, 2014

Friday, 4 July 2014

Having gotten up early (of course) and sampled the motel’s breakfast, we went wandering around some of the side streets, and found a deer in the middle of town. Our friends later told us the deer are real problems here, especially when the apple trees ripen.


Any number of festivities are planned for Buena Vista today, but we are mostly destined for Nathrop, Pat and various friends and family. We ate breakfast at the motel, wandered past the Optimists’ pancake breakfast in the park, but balked at paying another $7 apiece for not a lot more than we had already eaten.


Jacky wanted a picture of a happy Dave. Well, I’m always  happy, but here’s a completely frivolous shot.


There is an art fair in the park. Vendors were busy setting up their displays. Here’s one that’s totally politically incorrect!


We found Pat’s place in Nathrop, right near the river. She took us across the private bridge to the hot, open country of Ruby Mountain across the river, for a brief hike. Pretty country, but I think I prefer the lush green of the exposed watershed further north.


Here is the bridge. By rhythmically jumping on it and pulling on the suspenders, I was able to rock the bridge, enough to get a protest from certain accompanying females.


This bridge leads into a story, so bear with the pictures. Here are the cables that support the span.


And the span itself, a plank deck flanked with chain-link fence.


The story is that a small child fell through an opening in the Golden Gate bridge some time ago, a gap that was thought to be too small to pass even an infant. When that happened, Pat noticed that this private Nathrop bridge had big gaps in the chain-link bordering the deck.

The good part of the story is that, instead of lobbying Washington for a billion dollars, Pat and a few volunteers got some strapping material and secured the chain-link to the deck themselves.


Maybe it’s standard practice in this kind of construction, but we also noticed that the bare ends of the suspension cables have been torch-melted into soft ends, no protruding sharp wires. Good for them.

Going over to Gary’s, we passed a grow house, where Colorado’s state herb showed every sign of thriving. Gary had a couple jars of herb on his coffee table. I asked about the rock-ribbed conservatives who believed in substance control, along with any number of other violations of individual rights. The answer: “We told them their opinions were no longer popular here!” Don’t really know how widespread this atmosphere of tolerance is, but it is certainly an encouraging sign.

We have seen dark afternoon clouds on several occasions, but today it actually rained, sometimes fairly enthusiastically, for a couple hours. Glad we weren’t on the trail this afternoon, but ensconced in Gary’s place instead, soaking up blueberries, cherries, pineapple, bananas, strawberries, crackers, hummus, chips, and conversation.

After Dorthey and Maggie and Roy and all their friends and families and kids had showed up, we spent some time talking, then made our excuses. Brews at Eddyline in BV [the real locals call it Buni!], then to the Asian Palate, where I invited them to make it spicy and they obliged. Good day, good show.


It rained again, beginning as we reached the motel, and after an hour or so, the sun shone under the clouds and produced a pair of wonderful rainbows!



To Buena Vista

July 3, 2014

Thursday, 3 July 2014

We enjoyed Steamboat Springs, but it was time to go. Time to gas up the car, as well. We got 38 mpg on the first tank, not bad at all (Hyundai Elantra). On the new tank, the first day came out to about 42 mpg, mostly because I kick it into neutral and coast whenever I can. The habits of a cheapskate who grew up with stick shifts!

We took the western route south, through Yampa and Woolcott. Saw a herd of six or eight pronghorns, but we were going fast and they were too far away for good photography anyway.


Stopped in Leadville, a picturesque little town, but definitely less interesting than Steamboat Springs. It’s a mining town, although today’s lode is molybdenum, not lead.



We stopped at the local ranger station, where we got a couple trail maps, one of them the Interlaken resort trail near Twin Lakes.


This is a trail along the shore of the lower lake. It runs through forest, but nothing at all like the lush forests we have become used to. The 14 000 foot mountains to the west create a massive rain shadow for this area.


There has been a lot of volunteer effort in restoring the buildings of the old resort. What I found amazing was that the door was unlocked, and visitors were invited to come in and look around.



Getting on into the afternoon by the time we got back to the car and drove to Buena Vista. People here insist on calling it Boona! Maybe we’ll just call it BV.

Jacky called Pat, who told us about a new area of town out at the east end of Main street (it turns the corner, so it’s called South Main), full of new Victorian houses (but with corrugated steel roofs), and the Eddyline brewpub.


It’s a license to print money. We had to wait a few minutes, but the food and beer were pretty much worth it.


The weather had generally deteriorated, and we got a few raindrops as we wandered back along the Arkansas river, through town and to the motel.

They say this town will be hopping with festivities tomorrow. That’s fine, but maybe we’ll try to spend some time elsewhere as well. We’ll meet Pat in Nathrop tomorrow morning.