The Watering Hole; Friday August 29 2014; Rocky Mountain High


John Denver summed it up:

So. No politics today; no current events. Not after a drive into the Colorado Front Range a couple of days back. Nice way for three folks of similar mind and spirit to spend an afternoon — 10,000 ft ‘up there’; hunting for mushrooms; no crowds; no noise; cool temps; occasional distant thunder; forests and meadows; silence; mushrooms. If ’tis true that a picture is worth a thousand words, then below is my 7000 word “essay” designed to both define and share at least a small part of that Rocky Mountain High we encountered in this, the last full week of August, 2014.

Distant view of Sangre de Cristo Range from atop Wet Mountains

Distant view of the Sangre de Cristo mountains from atop Front Range, the Sierra Mojada

San Isabel National Forest, Mushroom Country

Stand of spruce trees in the San Isabel National Forest — the edge of Mushroom Country

Mushrooms -- not edible, but a start!

Mushrooms — not edible, but a start!

A Rocky Mountain High?

A Rocky Mountain High?

Being Watched

Being Watched by . . . Panther? Black Rabbit? Nah. Old tree stump. I think . . .

Aging Movie Star or Mushroom?

The face of an aging Movie Star? A Mushroom? Hard to say.

Sangre de Cristo Range

Sangre de Cristo Range stands some fifty kilometers “over there” to the west

A final note: the King Bolete and Bear Claw mushrooms were delicious, and the Chanterelles and the Puffballs were pretty decent as well! Oh, and the scenery, the silence, the cool breezes, the scented air, . . . well, you know. Didn’t miss that other world at all. Y’all know the one I mean.



32 thoughts on “The Watering Hole; Friday August 29 2014; Rocky Mountain High

  1. O Nature! I do not aspire
    To be the highest in thy choir, –
    To be a meteor in thy sky,
    Or comet that may range on high;
    Only a zephyr that may blow
    Among the reeds by the river low;
    Give me thy most privy place
    Where to run my airy race.

    In some withdrawn, unpublic mead
    Let me sigh upon a reed,
    Or in the woods, with leafy din,
    Whisper the still evening in:
    Some still work give me to do, –
    Only – be it near to you!

    For I’d rather be thy child
    And pupil, in the forest wild,
    Than be the king of men elsewhere,
    And most sovereign slave of care;
    To have one moment of thy dawn,
    Than share the city’s year forlorn.

    – Henry David Thoreau

    • Nature — sometimes sears a Sapling —
      Sometimes — scalps a Tree —
      Her Green People recollect it
      When they do not die —

      Fainter Leaves — to Further Seasons —
      Dumbly testify —
      We — who have the Souls —
      Die oftener — Not so vitally —

      ~Emily Dickinson

  2. Once again, ICYMI. Happy Zooniversary everybody!

    That’s seven years for the Founders, and six years for me!

  3. A Happy Zooniverse it is,
    happy to (still!) be here!
    Getting set to peddle my wares Labor Day weekend at the prestigious venue -snerkle- of the 101 Flea Market in Bandon, Oregon…
    …be there!

  4. Fort Hood shooter wants to fight for ISIS.

    Dewd, you better learn to live with disappointment.

    • Best of sales Zooey!
      Going to be a long weekend here…. deader’n a doornail, loud ‘horse music’ playing inside, guy selling high powered BB guns and cheap boomboxes next space over…

      • Could a “high powered BB gun” — if legally purchased and then a minute later secretly aimed and fired from the “next space over” — take out and silence “cheap boomboxes”? Just askin’. 🙂

        • Probably could take out 2 or 3 if I lined up the shot right…
          There’s a nice framed and signed letter (on NRA letterhead) with a photo of Charlton Heston on the wall behind me for luck…Only $5.00…

    • It must be a mighty feline to close down the school!
      Interesting if Animal Control actually nabs the savvy cat – or the cat gets away on its own!

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