So, the last time fingers tip-tapped black keys for this blog was October 26th, two thousand and 7. A little over five months later, the urge to add something new and of value has struck and digits once again tap on keys of black, not the ones
between white keys, but the ones with white letters printed
on them. In no way, shape, or form does this lapse writing indicate that nothing of value has occurred over the past five months; but rather it may stand to testify that the winter has been packed to near capacity with time spent in the company of snow, friends, family, and love, all of which are interchangeable at any given moment. Perhaps now, on the eve of completing the First Annual (unofficial) Cheese County World Championships (CCWC), I have found a square foot of space into which I can place my inner thoughts, and share them with these keys of midnight.
A few highlights from this season's winter escapades.
Believe it or not, the dinosaur I have mounted like a steer was the mascot for a local Steamboat chain of gas stations--puts some pizazz into the uncool of fossil fuels.
Doobie, Taina, and I snowshoeing it on top of more than six feet of snow, somewheres in the hills of Colorado.
Hot. Hot. Hot springs. Natural hot springs.
Fish eye and Fishkil Falls.
Heyo. Steamboat and eighties neon--not by default, by choice.
Believe it or not, the dinosaur I have mounted like a steer was the mascot for a local Steamboat chain of gas stations--puts some pizazz into the uncool of fossil fuels.
Doobie, Taina, and I snowshoeing it on top of more than six feet of snow, somewheres in the hills of Colorado.
Hot. Hot. Hot springs. Natural hot springs.
Fish eye and Fishkil Falls.
Heyo. Steamboat and eighties neon--not by default, by choice.
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