Sun Rays at Abbott Church
Abbott Church in Lindon, Colorado
Lost in absence of any modern man-made creations is Abbott Church "near" Lindon, Colorado, whose population is equal to the number of sentences describing the area in Wikipedia (4). Also absent is a no trespassing sign, or a lock on the small but barbed wire fence gate leading up to the church.
The little devil on my right shoulder, named Curiosity, was tempting me to get closer, but I feared resurrecting souls from long ago who rest peacefully in the back of the property, as is evident from the family of tombstones neatly placed and well cared for. Or maybe I hadn't recalled visiting a church surrounded by barbed wire. Nope, I'm pretty sure it was the fear of contracting West Nile Virus from the coven of vampire mosquitoes feasting on a shorts and sandals wearing hairless beast they had never encountered before. Swatting was useless as each time I scored a kill, the bloody carcasses seemingly brought in more.
Realizing my enemy was well versed in Sun Tzu combat tactics, and after enduring 5 minutes of relentless savagery in 95F heat, I sought refuge between pictures in my vampire proof truck, or so I thought. A few determined buggers managed to sneak in, who met their death by either the -32F AC on full blast or the tip of my finger.
Within my mobile coffin I patiently waited for 2 hours until "magic hour" kicked in, only to have a bank of thick clouds and forest fire smoke completely block out the sun. So goes the luck of a photographer. Throughout the 2 hour scratch fest, I never saw one vehicle, and was actually thankful, for I'm quite certain had I been discovered, I would have been mistaken for an Ebola victim.
I shall return in the near future, though better prepared (pants, socks, boots, gloves, flamethrower) and will procrastinate on my departure time to limit interaction with the vampiric mosquitoes. Ironically, getting there was a challenge despite the incredibly remedial road names, such as "R" and "Q". Presumably, when they ran out of letters and creativity, they used numbers, some of which are non-integer. From what I gather, there are only two paved roads in Washington Country, and Abbott Church isn't near either one. You must bob and weave the farm equipment, lost cattle, and tumbleweeds on various dirt roads until you reach County Road 1/4.
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Sun Rays at Abbott Church
Abbott Church in Lindon, Colorado
Lost in absence of any modern man-made creations is Abbott Church "near" Lindon, Colorado, whose population is equal to the number of sentences describing the area in Wikipedia (4). Also absent is a no trespassing sign, or a lock on the small but barbed wire fence gate leading up to the church.
The little devil on my right shoulder, named Curiosity, was tempting me to get closer, but I feared resurrecting souls from long ago who rest peacefully in the back of the property, as is evident from the family of tombstones neatly placed and well cared for. Or maybe I hadn't recalled visiting a church surrounded by barbed wire. Nope, I'm pretty sure it was the fear of contracting West Nile Virus from the coven of vampire mosquitoes feasting on a shorts and sandals wearing hairless beast they had never encountered before. Swatting was useless as each time I scored a kill, the bloody carcasses seemingly brought in more.
Realizing my enemy was well versed in Sun Tzu combat tactics, and after enduring 5 minutes of relentless savagery in 95F heat, I sought refuge between pictures in my vampire proof truck, or so I thought. A few determined buggers managed to sneak in, who met their death by either the -32F AC on full blast or the tip of my finger.
Within my mobile coffin I patiently waited for 2 hours until "magic hour" kicked in, only to have a bank of thick clouds and forest fire smoke completely block out the sun. So goes the luck of a photographer. Throughout the 2 hour scratch fest, I never saw one vehicle, and was actually thankful, for I'm quite certain had I been discovered, I would have been mistaken for an Ebola victim.
I shall return in the near future, though better prepared (pants, socks, boots, gloves, flamethrower) and will procrastinate on my departure time to limit interaction with the vampiric mosquitoes. Ironically, getting there was a challenge despite the incredibly remedial road names, such as "R" and "Q". Presumably, when they ran out of letters and creativity, they used numbers, some of which are non-integer. From what I gather, there are only two paved roads in Washington Country, and Abbott Church isn't near either one. You must bob and weave the farm equipment, lost cattle, and tumbleweeds on various dirt roads until you reach County Road 1/4.
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