Blue Sky Day

Yesterday my friend Lois and I headed up CO 149 toward Creede with the idea of going to North Clear Creek Falls. We didn’t make it all the way since I saw Bella was running low on gas and there were no gas stations for, well, the duration. We turned around but maybe the goal of the journey had been met. Mountain views, turning aspen, and conversation. On the way back down we saw a small group of bighorn sheep.

I had a place in mind for lunch, but when we got there, we learned from the family who runs the place — Cottonwood Cove — they weren’t serving food. We had a little chat about the past two years and their business. They did have ice cream so we had ice cream for lunch. Not the worst lunch I’ve ever had. Lois did a little shopping. They told me about a little girl’s grave they had found on their property — a grave marker from 1880. “I wonder what she died of?” said one of kids.

“Could be anything back then,” I said. “Measles, diphtheria, it wasn’t easy to survive back then.” I know, I know, I’m a ray of sunshine everywhere I go.

Once back in Del Norte, at the gas station, Bella’s needs were satisfied, and I decided to take Lois to the Middle Frisco Creek Trail. I figured we’d looked AT aspen, we should get together WITH some aspen. It’s a beautiful trail and it was a nice — if short — hike. The trail itself goes 6 miles to a glacial lake. We started WAY too late to do that, and if I WERE to do it, it would be a 12 hour RT. I’m able, but I’m slow. It seems that the days of covering 12 miles in 3 hours are somewhere in the not-all-that-dim-but-still-distant past.

This trail is basically behind the mountains I see to the west of The Refuge. We ran into an exhausted hunter who — with his buddies — had gotten an elk, three Mennonite girls in dresses and hiking boots hiking with their Australian shepherd, and a couple of young earnest people with two happy dogs.

The featured photo is by Lois Maxwell, a pretty pond on our way up to the waterfall.

22 thoughts on “Blue Sky Day

  1. One of these days I will get out to hike with you in the fall, Martha. Your photos are gorgeous! We have Aspen in pockets here but you really have to search. (This is Shannon from Must Hike Must Eat) πŸ™‚

  2. So beautiful! I wish we had color like that near us.

    In an undeveloped area a few miles from here are the graves of a family of early settlers. A couple of the graves were marked by stones with simply the word “baby” carved into them. I was told that in the “goodle” days, infant mortality was high enough that people did not name their babies until they were a year old. It was a way of not becoming so attached to an infant that wasn’t so likely to live.

    • Even in China when I was there, visiting on Hainan, some of the babies were named “first born, second born, third born” — there was a superstition that if the family showed too much interest in the baby, fate would take the baby. I know a lot of babies died soon after birth, never named, too.

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