The Maroon Bells

If you drive eight miles up the canyon from where we currently live, the road ends here, at the Maroon Bells (elevation 14,156) and Maroon Lake.

Post-work Brown Trout

It is great to be able to come home from work, have dinner, and fly-fish in the backyard for ten minutes before bed . . .

Wrestling with a brown trout from Maroon Creek outside our kitchen window . . .

Fish LANDED!!

But I should have put on my waders, eh?

The Crashes of July . . .

With the 2008 Tour de France underway, Sam and I have seen plenty of crashes this last week, so we decided to participate. I crashed my mountain bike on a wooden bridge on the Hunter Creek Trail, almost dismembering my "crotchal" area, and imbedding half of the bridge into my butt. Becky spent the afternoon picking splinters from my rear.Then, (see Sam's leg below) Sam had an accident on the slide at the park which warranted a trip to the Emergency Room, but we think he will live.

Now he limps around the house like Tiny Tim.

Happy American Indepedence Day!

We celebrated with the quintessential American treat . . . ice cream!!