October 24, 2016
… of all the blue skies and sunny bike path shots yet? We aren’t, but you may be relieved to hear we’re heading home on Wednesday. So we’ve been getting all the vitamin D we can while we may.
Meanwhile can I interest you in some scenery?
Onion rings as big as your head?
Oh, okay, not quite as big as your head. But they were definitely scouring all the county fairs to source the winners of the ‘heaviest onion’ competition …
Not that everything in America is supersized: have a tiny little snake (it was pretty quick to get out of our way)
And the UK is not alone in over-engineering bike crossings – this is the lead up to what is essentially a car park.
It’s still a fab bike path though. And we discovered this morning that a warm dry headwind is so much more pleasant than a cold wet one.
We are so not ready to go back to Scotland…
October 18, 2016
Well, we seem to have arrived in Colorado during a heatwave, which would be better if I’d actually packed accordingly. I don’t know about you, but even though I did check the forecast and see that we were looking at some pretty warm days, somehow it’s hard to believe that it isn’t more prudent to pack a jumper or three rather than t-shirts and shorts which is what I could really be doing with. Not that I’m hoping for cooler weather, mind – there’s no such thing as too hot – but I’m certainly testing to destruction the claims that merino is magic at any temperature …
Anyway, the weather has made for nice sitting-out-on-the-porch type activities, which is fine by me, but anything more active has meant getting going early. Yesterday we took off after breakfast on the bikes to enjoy the slightly cooler morning and a brisk (the other half doesn’t do any other speed) spin out along the river path to the Nature Center and back, via a coffee stop* in town.
Today was intended to be a hike in the mountains but when we headed out to the car the sky looked rather odd
A grassland fire out towards the mountains was raging away, closing the mountain park and generally giving everything an apocalyptic feel.
Perhaps there really is such a thing as too hot after all…
* There’s a risk we may have started coffeeneuring by accident …
October 15, 2016
‘You’ll be needing this,’ the other half said to me handing me the key to unlock the bike, before heading off with his parents. I had been having, it’s fair to say, a stressful morning: with a lot of stuff I needed to do, a duff Windows update had been causing Word to keep crashing. Eventually, with the help of Twitter and Dr. Google I had managed to back out of the changes and more or less got my computer working again, but it had effectively taken me two hours to get to the point where I could even start the thing I had meant to get done early to allow me to go out and enjoy the delights of a sunny Colorado October day. As it was, I was going to have to stay behind and let the others go out and enjoy themselves without me.
Two hours later, I took the other half’s advice and unlocked the bike and took it for a pootle down the river trail. It was too hot to go far (fall in Pueblo is a relative thing – we’re talking 28 degrees celsius, or F hot in Farenheit – so not exactly your crisp cold autumn day) so I contented myself with taking photos.
The path was full of grasshoppers that turn themselves magically at your approach from what look like sticks into whirring red-winged creatures, like a butterfly wearing a two-stroke jet pack. I amused myself trying to capture the moment of transformation but my reflexes are not fast enough.
Grasshopper in stick mode
And the trees, while not exactly the firework display you’d get in the north east, were putting on a bit of a show.
You’d be looking at Pueblo a long time before you mistook it for a beautiful city – but it has its moments.
And then I came back and spent the afternoon on my computer in the shade on the patio.
This is the sort of autumn weather I could get used to.
October 14, 2016
Well, as journeys to the US go, that wasn’t the smoothest – there’s something about standing in the baggage claim after 24 hours of travelling (with still another hour’s drive to go) and slowly realising that your luggage hasn’t made it … this after a high-speed dash through Dallas airport in an ultimately futile attempt to catch our original connecting flight – and really, nothing appears to give airline employes greater satisfaction than announcing ‘it’s just pushed back’ to two sweating, panting, jetlagged travellers who had been directed to the wrong gate and have just sprinted the length of the terminal.
New and old guest bikes ready and waiting
However, having finally arrived at half past midnight local time – and don’t-even-want-to-think-about-it UK time – it was cheering to be greeted by the sight of a brand new bike waiting for us in the garage. My father-in-law knows that visits from us go more smoothly if there are bikes to be ridden, decent coffee to be drunk and plentiful baked goods and plans accordingly.
Obviously, it’s important to get plenty of time outdoors if you want to get over your jet lag
The blue skies, on the other hand, are laid on as as standard.
December 15, 2015
What with one thing and another, we haven’t managed to get out and enjoy the mountains yet this trip but a window of opportunity opened up this morning and we got while the getting was good …
Our goal was one of our favourite lunch spots – the service is patchy, the choice is limited (to what you brought yourself, basically) but the views are fabulous. Although this time we didn’t lunch right at the top of the tower because of the wind. It was mostly gloriously sunny and warm, but every so often the wind would pour in and roar past us like a freight train, before dying down again. Very odd.
Apart from a couple of school outings, who stayed mostly on the lower slopes, we had the place more or less to ourselves and for much of our walk we had the pleasure of being the first (humans) to follow the trail since it snowed. I quite enjoyed attempting to interpret the various prints we did see but I don’t think anyone is going to be hiring me as their native guide any time soon.
me: ‘Oh how sweet! Squirrel! Boing boing boing!’
All in all, a very satisfying day’s outing
December 20, 2013
I suppose in the interests of strict accuracy, I should report that it’s not always blue skies and gloriously sunny weather here – while yesterday we had lunch sitting in the sun before going on a 3-hour bike ride, today the temperature barely crept above freezing, and we decided it might be time for some of those car-based errands we’d been putting off while the weather was so gorgeous, like going to the grocery store and the giant bookshop and other shops surrounded by acres of parking. And hunting down the mysterious pop-up baklava shop that had no website and appeared to be in an abandoned used car lot, if Google Streetview was anything to go by…
We decided that we’d better do something a little bit active as well, especially if we did find that baklava shop, so we headed down to the riverwalk where you can walk a mile, sponsored by Toyota (the river was actually diverted away from the city centre after it flooded the whole place, but when they wanted to create somewhere for people to walk, they diverted some of it back as long as it promised to behave).
For those who find walking sedately around a glorified duck pond a bit tame, you can always try sprinting across the roads instead…
It’s fortunate the drivers around here are mostly pretty patient, but there’s no doubt that round here the car is king. Outside of a tiny historic downtown area, and the mall of course, even parking and walking from shop to shop just feels, well, wrong. Not illegal or anything, but wrong. Well, maybe a little bit illegal if you don’t cross in the crosswalks. If you want to walk and not get funny looks, get a dog. Or stick to the Toyota mile…
Oh and the baklava? We found it in the abandoned used car lot as promised, and it proved absolutely delicious if a little calorific. Looks like we’ll need to do a few more circuits of that riverwalk pretty soon….
December 18, 2013
We swapped biking for hiking today – although I made the mistake of dressing for the mountains in December, instead of, say, Miami. There’s a bit of a Chinook going on at the moment which means it’s unseasonably warm, even for here. There’s something very odd about picking your way along a snowy path while feeling as if you’re about to broil to death.
We’d stopped at a deli on the way to pick up sandwiches as big as our heads, so having climbed far enough and high enough to put a dent in the resulting calories, all we had to do was find a suitable picnic spot – somewhere with a view. Like the fire tower at the top of the trail…
With uninterrupted views of, well, everywhere, basically.
I could get used to this. Actually, I may already have…