Sandbox

There is a small area of sand dunes in northern Colorado called the North Sand Hills Recreation Management Area.  I had no idea they were there.  They are only an hour and a half from where we live.  Three of us took atv’s up to play around in them.  On the way there, we had another cow traffic jam.  This seems to be becoming a thing that we run into everywhere we go.  It’s uncanny how many cow traffic jams there have been this year.  I should do a photo series of cow traffic jams.  It was a very windy day and the fall coolness had settled in the air.  This probably helped us to almost have the place to ourselves.  I imagine it is very busy in summer.  It is a giant adult sandbox.  It is such a foreign landscape of sand and small trees.  Our atv’s were not set up for sand so we had to be careful to not get stuck.  The sand was so much fun to play in.  It was beautiful to watch how it moved and shifted.  And of course, the photo opportunities were many.

The videos are far from professional and might even be considered bad, but they give you an idea of what it felt like.

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Fuck You Lake

When I first moved to Granby I bought a hiking book for Grand County.  The book is horrible.  Almost every time I’ve tried a trail in there, it gave me old or false information and the whole hike I wondered if I was on the right trail.

The worst one of these was a trail that went along Stillwater Creek up to a lake.  The lake was not named in the book.  It wasn’t named on google maps or in my gps either.  The first time I tried the trail, I barely found the start of the trail.  It was winter so the trail was not obvious.  I hiked for about an hour crawling over logs and shuffling though the deep snow.  I thought I was on the trail, then I wasn’t, then I was.  Is this a trail?  It was one of the most beautiful winter forests I’ve been in, but maybe not a trail.  I gave up after an hour.  I tried two more times in winter, but never got near the lake.  The trail must only be visible when the ground isn’t covered in snow.

 

So I tried it twice in fall.  The second time I went, my roommate came with me.  Almost immediately we had to climb over downed trees.  Where did the trail go?  Then we’d think we found the trail again only to come to a place where there was so much dead fall that the trail was lost.  Then it got steeper with a drop off on one side hundreds of feet down to the river.  We kept the river to our right.  I was on hands and knees crawling over and under downed trees.  We were both concerned with falling toward the river, but the slope above was too steep to hike.  We crawled and fought our way through the mess of trees for about an hour and a half and both my hand and my face were bleeding.  We gave up and turned around to head back.  Obviously, who ever wrote this book never actually did this trail.  It probably was a trail at some point, but no one has hiked it in 5 – 10 years (except me).

I took a closer look a map when we got home and it looked like we could reach the lake from a different direction even though there did not appear to be any trails in that area either.  But no trail couldn’t possibly be worse than the one I had been trying.  At this point my roommate was about as obsessed with finding this lake as I was so we headed out to wander around in a different part of the wilderness.  I parked the car near an atv trail.  Good thing I didn’t try to drive down it.  I would have gotten stuck with no way to turn around.  It was so rough with huge convolutions in the ground that I couldn’t even imagine how you would drive an atv down it with out tipping the atv over.  It was a short trail that ended abruptly at a cliff.  Below the cliff was a valley that probably had been carved by the Stillwater creek.  The creek was not visible.  It was all marshy and wetland like.  This was the upper part of the creek that would flow into the lake.  We couldn’t get down the cliff and it looked like a trail went to the right along the top of the cliff so we followed that.  It was one of the steepest trails I’ve ever been on so we got quite the workout.  When the trail mellowed out it looked like it was going away from the lake so we left the trail to head downhill again toward the lake.  It was steep and there were more downed trees than the other day.  The trees were bigger and almost impossible to crawl over.  About an hour of this and my roommate was cussing up a storm.  There was no turning back now, though. We were both determined to find the lake. Then we could see a clearing in the distance that had to be the lake.  Just 10 minutes more and we’d be at the edge of the trees.  There was no lake.  You can tell there might have been a lake a long time ago.  Now it was just brown marshy land.  I am all scratched up for this.  I bled for this.  And I still have to hike back up through the steep forest of twisted unforgiving dead trees.  I don’t know what the name of this dead lake is, but I’m naming it Fuck You Lake.  We both yelled at it for a little bit.  And then cried a little when we realized there was no easy way back to the car.  We had to go the way we came in.  It was a tough hike out, but we will never wonder what Fuck You Lake would have been like if only there was a trail there.

Bear and Beaver

Driving home from Denver, almost to Winter Park, I looked out the window and saw a bear walking by a pond. We pulled the car over and got out to watch the bear.

There was a small Beaver den on the pond. The bear was walking around the Beaver den sniffing at it and pawing at the logs. At the same time we could see at least two Beaver swimming around the pond. It took a few minutes for us to realize what was going on. The bear wasn’t interested in something near the den, the bear was trying to get into the den.

It didn’t take long for the beavers to know what was going on. They swam out into the middle of the pond and slapped the water with their tails. If you weren’t standing up high where we were, it might look like a fish jumped out of the water. It worked. The Bear’s attention was drawn to the water and he started swimming out into the middle. They kept slapping and the bear kept swimming. The bear did three or four laps around the pond. Eventually, the bear got out of the pond and wandered off until we couldn’t see where he went. The beaver den was safe for another day.

Aspen

I think Aspen trees are wonderful.  Their trunks are great looking, especially in the winter in a grove of all white and black.  Aspens with leaves are even more wonderful.  The leaves seem so thin and small that the light just runs through them like they are opaque.  This makes the leaves look like they are lit from within.  When there is a breeze, they flutter like tissue paper, like they are barely holding on.  They shine and shimmer as they shake on the tree like glitter.  The sound is a soft shaking sound that doesn’t quite sound like rustling leaves, but a soft murmur.  And then fall, magic.  Most aspen trees turn a vibrant yellow.  As you look out across the mountain, you see a sea of dark green and glowing gold.  Some years the conditions are just right and some of the aspen turn orange and a few turn red.  The landscape is on fire.   Aspen trees are wonderful.

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