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April 30, 2014

Bring On The Weekends or Back In The Grind





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I officially became a Colorado resident this morning. I have been here for a couple of weeks and because of events this week was my official first week of job hunting. Today was day two. I got dressed and was ready to be out the door at six am. Then I just happened to check Craigslist as I was leaving and found a welding job that is 1.5 miles from the house. I told myself that was it! I want that job. So I got there before the owner and was filling out the application when he arrived. I just cut thru the chase and told him striat up the deal.....I haven't welded in years professionally and laid out my experience for him. Even told him I had no welding equiptment but could have it today if needed.
The interview went really well. I start work tomorrow at 6:30 am as a structural steel welder, a job that I did for lots of years. Should be no problem hopefully. A little rusty maybe but I feel good about it.

So...I also just became a weekend warrior/prospector. Which is good. Better than broke and no prospecting. My buddy Scott has got that Gold fever sparked in me. So I have branched out as far as what I am prospecting for. It is cool to have gold country as your back yard. I can see it now that I will be packing the truck on Thursdays and heading strait to the mountains after work on Fridays. That will give me two full days to play in the dirt each week when I can make it.

A weird crazy spring is kicking Colorado ass right now. Woke up to snow on the ground and had to scrape the windshield again. But it is beautiful here and I can't think of a better place I would want to be. I just wish we could ship about a million or so liberal ass wipes out of the state. Oh well.....it is what it is. :)


Cheers yawl.






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April 25, 2014

Mount Rosa w/Friends

I aint going to lie to ya, I don't like the dirt roads in the Rockies. I drive them very carefully. So when Scott asked me to take the lead for the two trucks that where headed into the back side of the "front range" I reluctantly said ...."I guess so".
We had to ride 2 1/2 hours around to the Cripple Creek side of the range because the front range entrance was washed out months ago. But the ride in was on "Old Stage Road" and it was slow going in and slow coming out. If you take that road any other way you will pay...eventually.
Finally made it to the "Wye Campground". What a fn beautiful place. One of only a few campgrounds that has all amenities and free. Only one problem...it was still closed for the season. LOL Go figure.
We had a dusting of snow the first two days. Beautiful on departure. Had some lung cleaning hikes and an all around great time among friends.
The road back was easier by the way. :) I'll get used to it soon.
Cheers now, ya hear?!





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April 15, 2014

Pikes Peak Or Bust

So there I was, beating on rocks at Topaz Mountain. I had been talking to a friend that lived in Colorado. He kept telling me how nice it was there and how warm it had got already. I believed him because it had started approaching 90 degrees where I was. Colorado and the nice Topaz had already beckoned to me anyway. So I just said fuck it and made plans to dislodge from Utah, it was time to go.
My luck knows no ends. Sunday I cross the Colorado state line on Interstate 70. I hit the 150 mile marker and there is a sign saying that I70 was closed in Vail at mile marker 188. No Fucking Way....its sunny and 60 degrees. I truck on and run right into one hell of a snow storm at "188". Crap !!! I turn around as the cop instructed and pulled off the interstate to figure out plan B. Well plan B took me south to Leadville over this one mountain pass that was like 15000 feet. What a fn nightmare that turned out to be but I made it by the seat of my pants, knuckles white on the steering wheel. It was scary as hell. I finally made it over and figured I had it whipped. Dropped down into the next valley to Leadville and it was fairly nice, sun out and the whole deal. I made it 15 miles past Leadville and it went to hell. Total "white out". I pulled into a turnoff to a national forest campground and shut off the truck. I was done. As the night wore on it turned out to be one of the worst April winter storms since the 1980's. Dropped to 11 cold ass degrees that night. Not a good night for a sleep in the truck.
The next morning I pulled out right after I saw a snow plow go by thinking it was a good time to boogie. I was right and made the rest of the trip ok.
In the Pikes Peak Hunting grounds now. The journey continues. :)





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I had to pull over and take a picture of those rocks. These days everywhere I go I look at the rocks on the mountain walls. These looked cool.

Cheers now, ya hear?!





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Cheers From Colorado


April 10, 2014

A Hawks Tale and A True Story

I heard it every single day, all day long. I knew it was a bird of prey, young, hungry and growing. The only sound in the world like it.
Early as the sun rose I would hear it. I can only assume the parent had flown off for food as it would become silent a little later for an hour or two. Then again its roar would herald for what seemed like hours only to fall off silent again.
I pictured in my mind a proud young bird with feathers checkered and puffed out in all directions. A young warrior dying to break the ties of the beggar. It was beautiful in the blind eye of my mind.
The mountain top his home, I never could see just where. His roar echoed across the valley, the canyons and the washes. Soon the loud voice of his presence became part of life for me.
A week ago his voice became alive. It never stopped, not until dark. I wished for him to just jump out of the nest, just stop! The sound was killing the other voices of the mountains. Jump little guy. Get your wings. Be the big guy you were born to be. Just be quiet! He never did. What was wrong? Where was the parents? Something was not right.
I climbed the mountain higher than ever before that next day...and the next. The next day the laud voice moved from left to right across my hearing. It startled me so that I had to look up. And there it was, so beautiful. It's wings out straight as it drafted up and down the mountain. And the roar never stopped. Was it lost, abandoned? No other wings filled the sky. Did he know how to hunt? He had became part of me.

Today is almost over and the mountain has been silent.





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Cheers now, ya hear?!!

April 03, 2014

Riding Out The Storms or The Hog Rock

So after spending a whole day sewing I managed to get the tent pieced back together after the storm ripped the hell out of it. In linear feet it turned out to be about 15 feet of stitching and re-attaching a lot of loops and hooks. It was quite a job when it is all done by hand with a needle and thread. I actually got a blister on one of my fingers from pushing the needle through layers of material.
By late yesterday afternoon I had excavated my new tent spot. I wanted to find a spot with a little more wind protection which is hard around here. It is amazing how wind can come from the other side of the mountain and then just ride down the opposite side. I am not a pilot so I don't understand how thermal lifts and drafts in the wind really work but it is like the mountains just amplify it.
As I worked yesterday I kept having to dodge snow flurries. It is always hard to tell how big the storms are going to be when the come across the mountain because you can't see how large they are. So out of boredom during one of the storms I walked over and looked down at the wash that I had been working before all the storms came. To my surprise there was a big ass Rhyolite boulder staring back at me and it looked promising to say the least. So I grabbed my tools and headed down to check it out. As soon as I got to it I found a clear (sun bleached) Topaz crystal laying on the ground right by the boulder. This boulder had lots of pockets showing and creases too. So I started to hammering at it. Within 30 minutes I had found my best Topaz to date. It was a "twin", double terminated crystal about 1 1/2 inch long and 3/8 inch thick with a new crystal forming right in the middle. Just beautiful. I took it as a sign that I needed to be careful and not miss anything with this boulder. I think it has promise to something really good. It is a huge rock and will probably take three days or more to break down. Anyway, I named it my "Hog Rock" and walked back up the hill to finish my camp set up with a lot better attitude. I am so eager to get back to work with all the BS that has slowed me down in the last week.







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As the sun set down yesterday I was still getting flurries of snow and decided to go one more night of sleeping in the truck as I felt it was going to be cold as hell...20's. I woke somewhere around 4 am and the first thing that caught my eye was the layer of snow on the windshield. I had slept right right through it. In fear and anticipation I managed to find my head lamp/flashlight. And sure as shit the snow had collapsed the roof of the tent. The tent was still up but just barely. I rolled the window up and climbed back into the sleeping bag. I was having one of those "final straw" moments. It would have been a lot easier to give in to those thoughts if it had now been for my "hog rock". About a half hour before dawn, coffee time, I crawled out of the truck and grabbed the rake and managed to get all the snow off the tarp. Then I went in and popped the roof back in place. It just popped right up. I got lucky this time...once again maybe a sign. I am not going to give up on this place as much as I want to some time. This may just be the price I have to pay the piper if I want to get paid, at least that is the attitude I have to maintain.

Cheers Yawll !







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It is way cool to watch these storms even if it aint any fun. Yesterday I watched this fog bank creep all the way up the valley and up to where I was at. A little creepy but cool. :)