Home stretch
My virtual route home for the current weather panic got hung up. This lane is off Nimbus Road southwest of Logtown. Nimbus is a great name for the road should the Denver panic have held up. The winds are signifying the kinds of storms Colorado is sending east. This driveway could get really crusty after a two foot snow. Boy, that is a lot of plastic petroleum fencing. I was on my virtual way back onto the flats from the hills and found this private lane to another of the many prairie castles that now blight the landscape. This abode appears to be the carriage house. No, this is not my place. I would never put in this kind of upkeep to stroke my vanity like America's wealthy jihad.
Lefthand Creek accounts for the line of fall trees browning directly as seen in the background. The name may sound lame to outlanders but I'll explain yet again. Lefthand is English for the Arapaho name of Ni-wot. I assume that the father and son were left-handed. Each was a tribal chief. The son was well educated. Both were Indians you would gladly meet after a trek across the prairie. They would treat. William Bent of Bent's Fort claimed trappers called them "dirty stinkin'" Indians but he noted the Arapaho bathed daily while you could smell the trappers coming even if they were not yet over the hill. Ask the righties how easy it is to judge.
Looking at the blank sky, I am not sure I will get the five miles back home in time for the snow. The Denver TV weather panic was prognosticating a couple of feet of snow on Monday even though the last blast left little detectable snow. I expected some snow this time, but only on the grass. Midmorn and none was on the ground yesterday. The sun started to show but then came a badly ill wind. Well, back to autumn. Thanks Koch Bros.
Home stretch
My virtual route home for the current weather panic got hung up. This lane is off Nimbus Road southwest of Logtown. Nimbus is a great name for the road should the Denver panic have held up. The winds are signifying the kinds of storms Colorado is sending east. This driveway could get really crusty after a two foot snow. Boy, that is a lot of plastic petroleum fencing. I was on my virtual way back onto the flats from the hills and found this private lane to another of the many prairie castles that now blight the landscape. This abode appears to be the carriage house. No, this is not my place. I would never put in this kind of upkeep to stroke my vanity like America's wealthy jihad.
Lefthand Creek accounts for the line of fall trees browning directly as seen in the background. The name may sound lame to outlanders but I'll explain yet again. Lefthand is English for the Arapaho name of Ni-wot. I assume that the father and son were left-handed. Each was a tribal chief. The son was well educated. Both were Indians you would gladly meet after a trek across the prairie. They would treat. William Bent of Bent's Fort claimed trappers called them "dirty stinkin'" Indians but he noted the Arapaho bathed daily while you could smell the trappers coming even if they were not yet over the hill. Ask the righties how easy it is to judge.
Looking at the blank sky, I am not sure I will get the five miles back home in time for the snow. The Denver TV weather panic was prognosticating a couple of feet of snow on Monday even though the last blast left little detectable snow. I expected some snow this time, but only on the grass. Midmorn and none was on the ground yesterday. The sun started to show but then came a badly ill wind. Well, back to autumn. Thanks Koch Bros.