Bear Story

A number of people have asked me to share my bear story. So, here it is, in all of it's glorious and humorous moments! Enjoy!


A number of years ago, while I was youth minister at the former First Southern Baptist church, myself and my friend took three teens to Discipleship Training at the Baptist Camp of Glorietta, New Mexico. (The Mecca for Baptists in the west!)
We decided to camp, using my brand new two room tent. The cabins and rooms were beyond our budget. We picked a location on the hill near the end of the camp loop. It was a beautiful spot, surrounded by Ponderosa pine. 
We registered, ate dinner Saturday evening and returned to our camp and got ready for the night. The two girls were in one air mattress in one room, my son on a cot in the room with me and my friend on the other air mattress.
Now, there were a number of other campers there that night, including a Spanish baptist group that were enjoying a sing-a-long near their campfire. Some of them shouldn't have been singing, I know the bible says to make a joyful noise, but I had to wonder if God could find any joy among this noise!
Needless to say, we got little sleep that night.
Because the camp was so full, we were slated for the early breakfast schedule. Six is a little early for me to get up, and without much sleep the night before, the first day seemed to drag on endlessly.
We literally slid ourselves to bed at 10:30 that evening, thrilled that the campground was empty except for us. Happy the Spanish campers had moved out, and there was a great possibility that we would enjoy a good night sleep.
Everyone was asleep before we hit our sleeping bags. 
A noise woke my friend and I around 2:00 in the morning. Whispering, she said, "I think there is a bear out there!"
My eyes snapped open. "What do we do?"
"Be quiet, maybe it will go away."
Our whispers woke the three teens, who promptly asked what was going on.
"Shhh!" My friend whispered, "There is a bear out there, just go back to sleep!" Yeah, I'm sure that inspired them that we had everything under control and they could once again venture into dream land!
It was at this moment, that my brainy son spoke softly, "Mom, I see trees."
Brilliant, I thought, "Of course you see trees, we are in the woods."
"No mom, I mean I see the trees, I think the door is open!"
Suddenly I sat up, thinking we were more tired than I thought. I must immediately get up and zip up the door, closing off access to our humble abode. I crawled over my friend, who was now sitting up looking at the door. It was when I neared the door, sticking my hand out that I noticed the door was completely zipped, and yes my son had seen the trees, because there was a hole sliced near the zipper from the top of the tent, to the bottom.
You must remember, that brains rarely work well when suddenly roused from sleep by bears. After a quick discussion, we decided it would be best for us to leave the tent, get into the vehicle, and leave this place of wild animals.
Quickly gathering our coats, a flashlight, and pillows, I stood to lead the way.
Shaking, I unzipped the zipper. Now, at this point you may be asking yourself why we didn't just go through the convenient hole already there. As previously stated, brains don't work well when awoken by a bear! I stuck the flashlight out, saw no bear, and we all dashed for the vehicle. (We had borrowed a larger vehicle from a church member so we could carry our various camping items.) Now, being older, and ignorant of the lock your door always rule, my friend and I jumped into the front seat. Her in the driver seat, me in the passenger seat. The teens, well aware of the a fore mentioned rule, had dutifully locked their doors the night before. They were standing there, pounding on the glass in unison, "LET US IN! LET US IN!"
After fumbling with the lock, they were finally able to get into the back seat. Both girls next to the doors, my son sitting greatly relieved in between them. 
We were ready to go, breathing a sigh of relief, my friend spoke. "okay, give me the keys."
Looking at her, my brain still not functioning well, "I don't have the keys, you have them."
She shook her head, "No, you have them."
"No,", I said matter of fact, "You drove back last night, you have them."
It was at that exact moment our brains came to the same conclusion as we spoke in unison. "The keys are in the tent."
"Well," I said, "Someone has to go get the keys."
All eyes turned to my son, the only he-man-type male among us.
He shook his head, "No, you can call me a wimp, or a wuss, or whatever else you want, but I'm not getting the keys." As he sat boldly between the girls.
We all sat quietly for a moment. Knowing we were the adults and after all, we were responsible for the teens, and we really couldn't just send them out alone into bear infested woods to retrieve keys, we came up with a plan to get the keys.
I, being the lesser of the brave, would remain in the vehicle with the teens. My friend would run to the tent and grab the keys and because she was already in the drivers seat, this was the most logical conclusion. I decided I would keep her safe from the bears by rolling down the window just enough for me to hold the flashlight outside, so she would be able to see, while the other hand was on the horn. I would honk if I saw the bear, after that, she was pretty much on her own!
With trepidation, she ventured out to get the above mentioned keys.
It felt like eternity before she emerged from the tent, still using the door, and promptly zipping it back up again, keys in hand.
Relieved, we drove to the bottom of the hill where the camp host was sleeping soundly in his R.V.. Earlier, we had read a sign on the door that said if you see a bear, please inform the camp host. It didn't say we shouldn't do so in the middle of the night. My friend and I jumped out of the vehicle now feeling safe since the tent was at least 100 yards up the hill. We quickly knocked on the door, looking at each other as we heard a woman's voice coming from inside somewhere. "It must be a bear."
At least we wouldn't have to feel guilty about waking them up! This must have happened before. A man, wearing gray sweat pants and a Glorietta t-shirt opened the door. 
"There is a bear at our tent," I spewed excitedly, "and it ripped a hole in our tent from here to here." I used my hands to speak, knowing from experience that brains don't work well, and he may need a visual description to get the point across to his brain.
Without a word, and leaving the door open, he turned and picked up an old rotary dial phone. "Security, this is the camp host, we have a bear in the campground, I think it's the big one."
At those words, eyes popping, my friend and I looked at each other and mouthed, "The Big One!!!" My brain, now starting to function slightly, thought, wow, they know these bears so well, that they could tell it was the big one just from my visual explanation! They are good!
Within moments, a security guard in a golf cart passed us as he drove as quickly as you can in a golf cart up the hill to tent camping. 
I looked at the camp host, "We can't stay in our tent now, it has a huge hole, what should we do?"
After another phone call, he turned, "We have a cabin you can use, there isn't a key, but no one bothers anything here."
No problem, but our bedding, minus pillows, was still in the tent with our clothing. Happy now, the teens noticed we had saved the junk food from being demolished by a hungry bear by insisting we leave all food in the truck and quickly dug in to grab a mid-night snack. 
After a time, we heard the golf cart returning. The nice security guy told us he would help us get our items out of the tent and move to the cabin. He hadn't seen the bear, and was pretty sure it was gone, but just in case, he would hold the tent open while he stood with a shotgun in his hand, just in case. Being fully awake, his brain functioning perfectly, he told us just to use the convenient hole made by the bear.
It was now 4:30 in the morning. It took another half hour for us to move our clothes and sleeping bags into the nearby cabin. Two sets of bunk beds, and a cot, along with an old gas stove and noisy 1940 refrigerator were the only things in the small 15x15 foot cabin.
Lights out, and at last, sleep. But the teens, tummies full from junk food, and adrenaline rushing through their hormone filled bodies, were unable to sleep. Oh well, it was almost time for us to get up and go to breakfast. We made our way to the shower house, glad we didn't have to wait in line, no one else was up at this hour. It was upon returning to the cabin that we now could see the vehicle. The sun just coming up over the mountains. Paw prints, in the dust on the side of the vehicle. And, what is this? The air vent cover, put there more for decoration than anything else, was missing. We moved en mass to the rear of the vehicle, and it was there we saw the tongue prints on the window. The bear had tried to get our junk food! The teens were angry now and desired revenge from the foe who would dare take their chips and chocolate!
We went to breakfast, glad to be alive, yawning, and trudged to our classes.
Now, for those of you who have never been to this mecca of the baptist west, know the bathrooms can rival those in any major football league stadium in the United States. The stalls seem to be an endless row or relief. 
While using these wonderful facilities, my friend and I overheard everyone talking about a bear attack in the camp ground. 
"I guess it shredded the tent!"
"Yeah, and I heard that one of them had their leg torn off, we need to pray for those poor people!"
"I have been praying, but can you imagine a bear thrashing through a tent full of teens? It must have been horrific"
"I'm sure it was, bless their little hearts!"
Not aware that it was ourselves who were the topic of this discussion stepped into the main room. A very grandmotherly woman was at the sink. My friend approached her, "When did this happen? We had our tent attacked by a bear last night too!"
The lady flung her arms around my friend and I, nearly smothering us with her um, rather large bosoms. "Bless your little hearts, You must have been terrified!"
Pulling away from her loving grasp, we nodded, smiling. "Yeah," I said, "but it is kind of funny now that we think about it."
"How close to the campers that lost their legs were you?" She asked.
"Well, we thought we were the only ones there and we didn't even know about anyone losing their legs."
It was at this moment, we were graced by a female security person who explained, it was only one tent, and, we were the ones that had been spoken about. We both looked down at our legs, just in case one was missing, and being as tired as we were, we may not have noticed a missing body part. 
Nope! All intact, we left the bathroom, amazed and still laughing from our experience.
Just in case you are wondering, I still have the tent, although I don't use it any longer, I keep it just in case someone asks me to return to this place and camp with them. I quietly take it out and show them, using my hands, I explain loudly why I can never again return to this campground. 
There is a little more to the story, but I will save that for a time when I must write about sleep deprivation and what it can do to the human brain!
And just a word of warning, whispering does not deter bears from keeping company with you in the middle of the night. It is better to shout and scream. I just thought I would share this bit of information in case you decided to travel to this amazing place! By the way, do you need to borrow a tent?

Rock

I like rock music. Yes, I know I am mid step in my personal century. Yes, I know it has been said that people my age should not appreciate music that has a deep vibrating bass, drums that are not of the bongo or tympani, or guitars that can hit notes the human voice can't. 
I know all of that, yet, I still love it!
Not just any rock music. I do appreciate Christian rock. 
Now before you give me the whole spiel about how you think Christian Rock can't hold a candle to, umm, "real rock." I must insert a hardy, nay nay.
In my very humble although loud opinion, I believe there are a few bands that put secular rock to shame.
Pillar, one of my all time favorites has a throbbing bass line, enough to shake your lungs in your chest. Having seen them live in concert on more than two occasions, I can honestly say my lungs shook for hours! Their lyrics speak directly to my heart, make me want to jump up and scream, and I have even been tempted to toss my body into a crowd.
Here is a link to one of the songs by them that I love.
http://youtu.be/BAGZ7c8V9SM


Another band I personally love is Skillet. I have also seen them a couple of times, and they boast the same lung shaking bass that Pillar does. The lead singer and bass player is married to the keyboarder and this is one band that truly lives their faith. Besides, they have a chick drummer, how awesome is that? Yes, I know Kid Rock does too. I'm not trying to make a point here. I just think any lady that can beat a drum set to death has to be awesome!


Of course, I still love NewsBoys, even though most of the original members are not in the band any longer. Their music takes me on adventures. At one point in my life, I was even on the Street Team for the release of one of their albums. The poster I received still graces the walls of my home, and always will. And yes, I have seen them many times.


I do like secular rock too, but it doesn't inspire me, or encourage me the way Christian Rock can and does. 


And to those who think Christian Rock has to be some kind of oddity, or, if you think it is a sin to listen to Christian Rock, I only have a few words to say.


Okay, maybe more than a few, but here it is. 
Christian Rock is just as valid as secular rock. Personal taste does not make one genre of music more important than any other. There is a place in this world for all forms of music.
Music is music, it is inanimate, it does not live or breathe. It has no living soul. Music is written with the same notes, whether Christian or not. Rock music was not inspired by people worshiping Satan in Africa. It is not a form of music that will send anyone to hell. God doesn't just like Southern Gospel, or chants, or any other particular genre. In fact, I think God rocks out every now and then with a grin on His face. 


I'm sure I will be rocking out when I'm closer to the 100 year mark in my life. And if I don't make it that far, that's okay too. Just make sure they play Rock music at my funeral! And I won't mind if anyone stands on the pews, bangs their head, or dances in the aisles, and I'm pretty sure God won't mind either!

Road Trip!!

I love road trips. They are always fun and wonderfully spontaneous. I love the whole thing, junk food, cold Pepsi, cat naps, wild animals, beautiful scenery.
Last week, my sister and I took my mom and dad on an overnight road trip to celebrate my moms birthday. 
It was a hard week, emotionally. Since John's death, I seem to go through those with my family. We each deal with it in different ways. The focus was on my mom though, and we wanted her to get away from the house.

This is my mom and dad at the start of the trip. They looked so cute and so very hippie in their matching bandannas! On the scenic overlook on Wolf Creek. 

We drove over Wolf Creek and ate lunch in Durango before going to Mancos. My mom lived there as a young teen, so we got the whole tour along with a few good stories. If you know the road outside of town, you know the highway goes up a hill. It was on this hill that my mom went sledding one early winter morning, only to be found by a local police officer. She just happened to be with the judges son, so they all received a long lecture about the dangers of sledding on a major highway!
She then told us about the school blowing up, a bar burning down, and a rope swing over the river. Ahh, good times!
Here is a pic of mom with a bronze outside one of the many galleries in Mancos.

She is too cute!!
We then took a drive up to Mesa Verde. It was a National Park when my mom was younger. Her dad was from Norway, and loved anything that had to do with the "Wild West." They spent many weekends there when she was younger, before they had the paved trails. She remembers climbing all over the ruins and finding bits of pottery. 

Here are mom, dad, and Penny at the overlook near the Museum. 

We didn't walk down into the canon, we just drove around and looked at all the ruins. It was sunset when we were leaving the park and we made one last stop at the Fire lookout. Sunset over "The Sleeping Ute" mountain. 

Lady Bugs gathering on the scrub oak. I have never seen this before. I am sure there were thousands of them on a number of bushes near the lookout.

After spending the night in Cortez, we drove up to Telluride, stopping at the top of Lizard Head pass for this photo op. 

Home sweet home! F.Y.I. Telluride is beautiful, as always, but the people who live there are freaks! Seriously, we were almost run over by a guy on a bicycle, and we were in the truck! I watched a woman change clothes while parked outside of the cemetery! Seriously, she stripped down and redressed after taking a jog, ignoring me parked next to her and the passing traffic. The residents use the cemetery as a dog park where the dogs are encouraged to take care of business all over the stones and no one, including local police, mind who is getting stoned while sitting on their porch or walking down the street!!

Picnic at the park where as a child my brother taught me how to skip stones. (Yes, I skipped a few just for him, and yes, I still throw like a girl!)

My grandfathers name, (Magee, Carl Guy) on the mining memorial near the gondola entrance.

We rode the gondola up to the village, and then back to Telluride. This is not a mode of transportation I would like to take often. I still get that sick feeling in my tummy just thinking about how far up you really are!

Bridal Veil Falls. Still able to take my breath away!


We returned back to my parents house that night. Penny and I heard more stories about our parents adventures growing up in these amazing places and shared some good memories with one another. Although the time and places have changed, our roots have not. I'm thankful for being planted here in this amazing place!
Road Trip??!! 
I'm ready!

Just another day!

Today is my moms birthday. She is 75 years old!!!
She certainly doesn't look her age, and she definitely doesn't act her age...well, most of the time.
My mom is an amazing woman and I want to share some things about her life.
My mom was born on a lake in Minnesota. Okay, it was actually in a little cabin, on a little island, located about 50 yards from the shore. We went there on a family vacation and saw it over 30 years ago.
Her father was from Norway. I recently discovered he was never a citizen of the U.S. but he did love it here. He died a few months before I was born, so I never had the opportunity to know him. 
Her mother was around 15 when she married my grandfather. Times have changed!! She always smelled like fresh bread and ran a few cafe's in and around Telluride.
My mom's family moved to Colorado when she was a kid. Grandpa worked for the Diamond Match Company in Mancos. He later worked with Orvil Jackson and was an independent logger.
She graduated from Del Norte High School in 1954. She married my dad in 1956 and they are still happily together.
My mom raised three children, (I'm the middle one) and helped raise her brothers children. 
She has always been active in church, and is now serving as W.M.U. President for the Colorado Baptist Convention. 
She loves V.B.S. and thinks she may slow down next summer, but none of us think she will.
My mom paints, and I proudly display her work in my home. 
She is an organizer. If you need something organized, she is the woman to call.
My mom taught me how to love, how to laugh, how to argue loudly, and the benefit of a good story.
Our family vacations were always road trips, and most memories I have of them are not the places we went, but the stories my mom told. She has this weird habit of getting guide books, and telling us about every town as we drove through it. (Something that bored us all when we drove through Nebraska!!) My sister and I rolling our eyes in the back seat when something in the guide book would cause her to remember something and off she would go, into a story!
I think she is the best grandma a child could have. My children and niece loved being with her as they were growing up and they all adore her. She took them places, made cookies, told stories, crafted, helped home school, babysat, and spent hours hugging and loving on them. 
My mom is a little bossy, but I wouldn't want her any other way.
The best compliment I received recently, was when my husband told me I was exactly like her. Thanks Honey, I only want to be half the woman she is!!

Weekend

Weekends are always interesting.I never know what they will bring.We did have some plans, we wanted to work on finishing the bedroom.
Now this project has taken about three weeks longer than it should have.
When we decided to set out on this little adventure called remodeling, I was prepared for all the little extra things we would have to do. I am not so ignorant that I am totally oblivious to all that must be done. I am, obviously, oblivious as to the amount of time those little things can take.
We installed the new lights. Which meant, removing the old ones. Me, painting the ceiling around the old ones. Nathaniel putting together the lights. Me holding them while Nathaniel puts them in. Ladies, if you ever become so generous in your aide to your husbands, ask for the back rub in advance.
This took most of Saturday. Okay, we didn't start until Nathaniel got home from work, but still...
Sunday, we had planned to go to church. Instead, we started finishing the trim, so after church, I could come home and paint the nails so they couldn't be seen. Yeah....RIGGGHHHT!!!
We didn't make it to church, instead, we finished about 5:30 last night. The first problem came with a little thing called a tape measure.
Our conversation went something like this:
Nathaniel handed me the end and I stood on the step ladder while he pulled it down to get the accurate measurement. "Do you have it?"
"Yes, I do."
"Are you sure you have it in the right place?"
"Yes, I am sure."
"Okay then, that is 86 and 7/8."
He then proceeded to go outside to cut the said trim to his measurements.Upon reentering the room, it was obvious the trim was too long.
"You held it in the wrong place."
"No, I didn't, I held it in the spot you told me to."
"Did you hold the tab, or just kind of hold it up?
With this question, Nathaniel received the first of many looks.
Sigh, "Yes, I held it right, did you bend it to align with the wall or did you just guess from the edge of the lower trim?"
Now, it was my turn to receive the look.
He went outside to remove the 3/4 inch of length. Upon returning, I held while he hammered. This continued for the next five pieces of trim, until after sending and receiving 'looks' he was left to measure it by himself while I complained that we were not going to make it to church, changed clothes, and began painting.
It was while painting, that I noticed one of the light fixtures was a little crooked. Yes, I know mentioning this was my mistake.
He left the trim to fix the light, which required me holding the light fixture up along with a flashlight, while standing on a chair. His words of advice? "Don't fall, the light will break."
Gee honey, thanks.
At seven p.m. I sat outside on the steps, listening as the town settled down for the night and thanking God the lights were straight, the trim is almost done, and Nathaniel and I have nearly completed this room. 
The bathroom is next, I think I need to go on a long vacation. 

Pancake Bread

Del Norte is a one stop light town. I am never embarrassed when I tell people this. In fact, I am rather proud of the fact. We have one grocery store, where they still cut the best meat ever on request. We have two gas stations, a small used car dealership, a couple of places to eat, and a fantastic library. 
My children practically grew up in the library. At the time they were in grade school, we lived on a farm where our nearest neighbors were a mile away. No phone. Our television only received two channels, snow in black and white, or snow in color. No snow plows. 
The library was something we could do as a family, and I loved our Thursday night visits there. You see, our library stays open late on Thursday nights! Everyone would get their limit of four books per person. The next day, the house was always quiet as everyone grabbed pillows, blankets, and found their spot next to the wood stove. 
That was also the day I made pancake bread. It is my own recipe, and always wonderful to eat. The children would munch on it all day long as we all immersed ourselves in adventures, (My boys were completely into Terry Lewis,) love stories, (My girls were totally into Romeo and Juliet,) and pancake bread. 
I don't make it as often as I used to, and you can change any part of it and it still comes out pretty good.
Now that winter is once again approaching, you might want to visit your library, grab a pillow and blanket, and make yourself some yummy pancake bread.
(The ingredients were never really measured, and this is made for high altitude)


Pancake Bread
About 3 cups of flour
1 egg
Half a cup of milk 
1 cup sugar
About 2 tablespoons of Veggie oil
1 Tsp. Baking powder
Cinnamon to taste
Nutmeg to taste
Water, just add a little at a time until it is  a little thicker than the consistency of cake batter


Mix and Top with:
2 Tbsp flour
Cinnamon (to taste)
2 Tsp butter
2 Tsp Maple syrup (More or less to taste)


Bake at 350
It takes about 30 minutes, depending on the baking dish you use


Enjoy!

Conspiracy Theory Number 1

Small Town, Del Norte. The "Gateway to the San Jauns," and moments from feeling like you are the only person in the world. 
Nathaniel, my husband, and I enjoy our four-wheeler. We have been on many of the local trails, and only a couple have scared me. The first, was at Cathedral Campground, a trail that is now closed because of the danger. Cliffs on one side, a solid mountain wall on the other. We didn't make it to the top. After spending a few minutes shaking in our beloved boots at a wide spot in the trail, we snailed down the mountain. Nathaniel kept telling me, "it's okay now, it's okay." (I'm sure he was actually comforting himself with these words!) Me, sitting on the back trying to close my eyes but too afraid to really do it, praying like crazy!.
The second was a trail near Poso campground, Boot hill. The scenery was amazing on top, but I was shaking too much to really enjoy it. All I could think about was the descent down the other side of the mountain. It was a climb of 85 degrees straight up. The same held true for the other side. A forest fire had destroyed any living tree more than fifty years ago. Thus the reason for the jagged rocks and dead fire scorched wood sticking up all over the place. I was even too frightened to try and figure out why there is a locked railroad car, with a variety of antenna sticking out at all angles, sitting near the top. 
Of course, afterthought led our conversation into a variety of reasons.
Why would a railroad car be sitting on top of a mountain, with locks that would cause envy for Fort Knox? Which simply led us to other more obvious questions. First, how did that railroad car get up there on that mountain? No railroad tracks can be found for miles. Why the antenna? 


Melissa's theory: In the fifty's, the government put it there to monitor space aliens who were looking for a landing field. Using the Men in Black to carry it, part by part, causing them to ditch the black suits and start wearing those little brown uniforms known universally as UPS.They have since found a very good one, near Crestone. You can even watch them from the tower that was built there for that purpose. They have all those locks, because aliens can't open locks and never carry a heavy duty bolt cutter with them in their space ships. The antenna send messages to a variety of space craft, telling them where to land, whose cattle to destroy, and how to have a really cool light show that will amaze and confuse the locals. (The San Luis Valley is known for space visitors and cattle mutilations all over the space alien world.)


Nathaniel's theory: The Forest Service put it here to monitor fires and weather. Logical. They used a helicopter to put it there. The locks keep out the hunters and the curious so valuable equipment isn't destroyed. Probably correct.


I like my theory better. It is simply more fun. Nathaniel might be right about one thing. They probably did use a helicopter to put it there. But I still wonder about those people in the little brown trucks wearing those little brown uniforms. 

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People have opinions, and yours will be welcomed. I just ask that you refrain from any vulgarity. It shows ignorance and I probably won't validate your comments with an answer. In fact, comments with vulgarity will probably be deleted and never read. So, if this seems to be the only way you can communicate, don't bother posting. It will simply be a waste of time on both our parts.
I do enjoy a good debate and welcome the opportunity to open a conversational debate. Through it, I hope to make new friends! Although I am not one who believes I can change a persons mind, I do like to explore various avenues of thought and am open to others of like mind. 
Now for the rundown of me, and my small town.
I am married, happily so, in fact. As with all married couples, there are times we are ecstatically happy, and times we simply don't like each other very much. None of that will change my marital status. I love my husband, and you never know when you will be reading about something he has said or done!
I have four children. Yes, four. They are grown and have flown away, but they are a huge part of my life and I love them dearly. I am the typical protective mother, although I believe wings must be spread and apron strings cut. We have also had a variety of foster children through the years, planned and unplanned and you may read about them too! Although, I will protect them just as savagely as I protect my own children!
I also have, at present time, two grand children. They are the true treasures in my life! Yes, you will see posts about them, I adore them!
I am a Christian. My faith is not typical. Faith in God, His Son Jesus, and the Holy Spirit are the food of my life and I will often discuss the topic with others. I don't mind questions, as long as you don't mind my explanation's and how I got to them.
I live, and have lived, in small towns most of my life. I am proud of this fact and love my little town of Del Norte, Colorado! I enjoy the people who live here and sometimes, those that are just passing through. If you are one of those, or you are simply bored and up for an often humorous look at life  in this small town, then you will enjoy this blog. 
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Life in this small town is probably exactly what you think it is. Boring at times, quiet, most of the time, typically obvious, but I wouldn't want to live anywhere else! Enjoy the musings of a typical small town abode dweller and my life in general.