Friday, July 31, 2009

Colorado... As Nice as Nebraska!

I know that my stated purpose for this blog is to tout all things Nebraska, but I have to admit that I enjoyed my road trip to Colorado immensely! And truly, my real purpose is to get the message across that there are great things about EVERYWHERE, and great people to enjoy them with, so get out and do them!

The daughter and I left our homes at about the same time, she from Huntington Beach, CA and me from Sutherland. I had a beautiful drive through rural Nebraska and Colorado, she had a long drive in traffic, a long airport wait and a crowded and probably uncomfortable flight.

Just across the Colorado line is a great view of the wind farm at Kimball. Good ole' Nebraska harnessing that relentless wind we're so famous for (kind of like what this blog does...)
Three hours later and here is my first view of the unique Denver International Airport.
And here's what I've been waiting for. I can't believe that it's been nearly two years since I've seen my baby girl.
As a foretaste of the adventure to come, lunch was underneath the closest shade tree we could find (which was about an hour south of DIA), from the cooler in the back of the truck. She is holding the vacation book, more than an inch thick, containing the plans for all of the fun we're going to have. She should have read the fine print a little closer.
Only a few minutes south of our lunch stop, we encountered our first diversion of the trip. Driving along on the beautiful Colorado prairie, when a glance out of the west window revealed a magnificent, rock-strewn canyon. Of course we had to stop!
The canyon is very aptly named. If you take the drive on E-470 south from DIA, then join highway 85 and continue on to Colorado Springs, you'll pass Castlewood Canyon State Park. It's very scenic and the trails are suitable for a quick leg-stretch or a more strenuous hike.
We opted for the quick leg-stretch, then back on the highway to Colorado Springs and Garden of the Gods. That's the difference between a destination vacation and a road trip. A road trip leaves plenty of room for side forays. There are very few points of interest, scenic overlooks or historical markers between Nebraska and Cortez, Colorado that we didn't see.

Here it is, our first home-away-from-home, a camping cabin a Garden of the Gods Campground in Colorado Springs. Not quite as rustic as some we've stayed in, or will stay in on this trip, but adequate. A little sparse on the cleanliness side, but when what you're doing is considered "camping", and we brought our own sleeping bags and linens, it's not anything to get overly concerned about.
In no particular order then, are some photos of the actual Garden of the Gods. It is truly a spectacular place, with great trails, some handicap accessible and an easy walk, and some a strenuous hike. There is a great trading post and a very nice visitor center.
Garden of the Gods isn't a State park nor a National park, but a City Park maintained by the city of Colorado Springs.

Charles Elliot Perkins, head of the Burlington Railroad purchased the Garden of the Gods property for a summer home in 1879, but never built upon the land out of respect for the wonderful scenery.
In 1909, Perkins' children, knowing their father's feeling for the Garden of the Gods, conveyed his four-hundred eighty acres to the City of Colorado Springs. It would be known forever as the Garden of the Gods "where it shall remain free to the public, where no intoxicating liquors shall be manufactured, sold, or dispensed, where no building or structure shall be erected except those necessary to properly care for, protect, and maintain the area as a public park."

Isn't it fantastic what one man's vision can wrought? Garden of the Gods is truly a treasure, and by the way, listed in "1000 things to do before you die". At last count, we were up to five or six on this trip alone.

Colorado Springs is closely bordered by tiny Manitou Springs, which is as delightful a little town as you can ever imagine (be sure to visit the link, because we didn't take any pictures of the town itself). We were fortunate enough to be visiting on Market Wednesday, when all of the local growers, crafters and food vendors gather in Soda Spring park and share a wonderful evening of food and music.

First there was a nice local bluegrass band.
Then we were treated to a performance of the South Dakota National Guard 147th Army Band. They were spending their two-week deployment at nearby Fort Carson and took time out to perform in Manitou Springs.
In the interest of full disclosure here, I must admit that we didn't stay for the entire performance. As the band was setting up, Manitou Springs was hit with the deluge that had been threatening all day. Several inches of rain, lots of lightening and thunder. The jazz band and swing band instruments were standing in water, and while the band members got everything cleaned up and dried out, the temperature kept dropping... and dropping... We vowed to stay for a few songs, which we did, but as all of our warm clothing was back at the cabin, we finally retreated, shivering to the warmth of the truck and later the cabin!

So ended our first day of Road Trip 2009. Since the daughter and I are on the same internal schedule, we were out of bed at 5:00 a.m., getting our turn in the showers first. As we headed down the highway en route to our final destination of the day in Durango, we passed the sign for the Pikes Peak Highway. As it was just at the opening time of 7:30, we decided to take another detour.
Just a few miles up the road is a beautiful lake, which is aptly named Crystal Reservoir. We were feeling very smug and proud of ourselves at this point, thinking this was just going to be another quick diversion on the way.
We were wrong! You'll notice that none of these pictures are actually taken on the trip UP the mountain. That's because both of us were nearly in tears with fear at the drive, the steep inclines, the sheer drop-offs and the other cars who kept passing us!
After we made it to the top, we were able to collect our composure and decide that we really would survive the trip back down and so could relax and enjoy it A LITTLE!
The views from the top are just as incredible as all the travel brochures describe. In all honesty, I would encourage everyone who has a chance to take this drive. Yeah you might have to close your eyes sometimes (passengers only, not the drivers, although I think my eyes were closed some of the time), but it is well worth it. And the Pikes Peak Highway is also listed in 1,000 things to do before you die!

Proof that we made it to the top! It was about 38 degrees at the summit, but with all that adrenaline pumping from the upward climb, it wasn't so bad.

A side note here - there is a sign at the base of the mountain that the drive requires a half-tank of gas. We started the trip with just over a half-tank, and in the Ford F-150 truck, that's a considerable amount of gas. We finished the trip with less than 60 miles to go to empty! It really does take that much gas to go 40 miles, when you're traveling to 14,110 feet and back. Yes there are service stations within 60 miles of the base, in case you were wondering.

Now on to the next adventure of the day, the St. Elmo Ghost Town. St. Elmo was quite the thriving metropolis in the latter part of the 19th century and early years of the 20th century, but as the mines played out, people began moving away one by one. There are now just a few (and I mean a few, by some counts 3 and others 8) full time residents, and all of the buildings are privately owned, but the beautiful little town is quite a destination for outdoor lovers.
Visitors are welcome to walk the streets and visit the two operating businesses, a general store and inn, but otherwise asked to be respectful of the private property.
There's a lot of preservation happening, yet the town is retaining the feel of a ghost town right out of the days of the old west.
There are 24 buildings of the original town standing including businesses, schools, private homes and churches.
Everyone enjoys the chipmunks. The little buggers are everywhere, and have learned that the sunflower seeds sold to the tourists make a delicious meal and are great for stocking up for the winter.
Notice this little guy's cheeks? He is definitely saving some for later.
Next come the hummingbirds. There are feeders on most of the buildings, and you can hear them humming through the forest and streets constantly.
I know I got really long winded on this post, and we're only half way through the second day!

Thanks for stopping by. The coffee is always on.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Back Home Again

I'm going to be working on posting some scenes and stories of our adventures (and the misadventures) of the great Road Trip 2009 and get them up in a few days. In the meantime, I wanted to share some thoughts about some of the "aha" moments of the trip.

The first isn't really an aha moment - it's something I harp on quite a lot. That is GO AND DO! You don't have to spend a year planning the perfect road trip (The daughter would have some comments on the use of the word perfect to describe this trip), or spend a ton of money. Wherever you live there are fun and unique places to go and visit, and great people to visit them with. So get out there and do them while you have the chance.

The first aha revelation is that spontaneity can be fun. It can also be challenging. Take the example of deciding at the last moment to drive the Pikes Peak Highway. 19 miles, and we had already driven more than 300. How hard can it be? There's a T-shirt available at the store at the top of the Peak that includes the line "You know you're a coward if you're willing to pay your life savings to the ranger to drive you back down to the bottom." We were almost there. I thought that would be the most frightening event of the day!

Next is that all of the planning in the world can't provide for every eventuality. Take the "Million Dollar Highway" from Ouray to Silverton. This had been on our trip plan all along. I had researched it through the local tourism websites. What I had failed to do was research through YouTube and Trip Advisor. Had I done that, I would have seen what a hair-raising drive this was going to be and would probably have found a way around it. Conversely, we would have missed a chance to expand our horizons in a huge way. It was very scary, but we did it! Mostly because once you got started, there was no real way to stop!

Further, there are a lot of wonderful people out there who are dedicated to helping people have fun! Thank goodness! As tourists for a week, instead of the one on the other side, we relied on the friendliness, helpfulness and professionalism from everyone from the gas station attendant, KOA Kampground host, to National Park Rangers to provide us with the tools to enjoy our vacation, and they all came through for us.

Along this same line, is the difference that just one person can make. Everywhere we went, from Garden of the Gods to Mesa Verde, Great Sand Dunes National Park to Pueblo Colorado, we read about men and women, mostly individuals or small groups, who were responsible for preserving these pieces of our history and heritage and making it possible to share them with the world. A private family owned Garden of the Gods before donating it to the city of Colorado Springs for the express purpose of opening it to the public.

Again, it was a small group of women responsible for preserving Mesa Verde
In the 1880s and 1890s, a number of prominent cliff
dwellings in southwest Colorado were partially
excavated, and many artifacts were removed from
the area. The removal of those artifacts angered the
public and inspired the first efforts to protect Mesa
Verde.

At the time several prominent women, including Lucy
Peabody and Virginia McClurg, engaged in a
continuous campaign to inform the American public
and members of Congress about the need to preserve
the cliff dwellings and protect the rich cultural
resources of Mesa Verde, McClurg even enlisted the
aid of the Federation of Women's Clubs and
established the Colorado Cliff Dwellings Association
to further the cause.

Due in large part to their efforts on June 8, 1906,
President Theodore Roosevelt signed the Antiquities
Act. Their work culminated on June 29, 1906 in the
subsequent signing of the bill that created Mesa
Verde National Park.

Great Sand Dunes National Monument is in place because a local P.E.O. group of women saw it's value and wanted it preserved.

The Historic Union Avenue District and River Walk exist because of one women, Mary Farley, who saw the importance of preserving Pueblo's history and creating an inviting place for people to visit.

So never ever think that the efforts of just one person or a small group of people won't make a difference. If you care about something, work toward bringing your vision into reality.

Lastly, I learned that local tourism entities, the one I'm associated with included, need to do a much better job of getting the information out about what's going on in the area. Every place we went, we asked what there was to do in the evening (except for that one day when we were in bed by 8:00 p.m.), and very few times did we get an answer that reflected what was really going on. We had to search for the live music, local entertainment, local festivals, basically whatever we found. I know visitors to my hometown would have to do the same. I think one of the reasons is that organizers of these events, whether it is a local farmer's market, local play production or concert in the park, don't realize that there are tourists staying in the area's hotels who would enjoy the event. Trust me, there are some who would.

So there it is, just a few random thoughts that come from driving more than 2000 miles on one fantastic road trip!

Thanks for stopping by once again. The coffee is always on.

Friday, July 24, 2009

Lending a Helping Hand

Oh the dilemmas one faces living in a small town in Nebraska.  Like this one.  Just what is the right course of action when you drive by your neighbors yard and find him out digging a hole? A really, really big hole.

Do you just pass on by and pretend you didn't see anything? Do you stop to lend a helping hand?  What to do, what to do...

The Mister and I didn't have to think twice.  He grabbed the beer and I grabbed the camera and we both got a lawn chair and we did what any thoughtful, caring neighbor would do.
We watched... and we threw in our two cents worth about how the job was coming along... and we shared a beer and some friendship.

Oh, and then the Mister rolled up his sleeves and took his turn with the business end of the shovel... I kept watching.

I should have learned the lesson of being the camera person a long time ago. Kinda like riding in the middle seat of a pickup truck. You don't have to drive, and you don't have to get the gate.  In this case, you don't have to pick up a shovel.

So remember, if you happen to notice your neighbor in need... be sure to stop.  It makes for a good time.

Thanks for stopping by. The coffee is always on.


Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Getting Tanked in Nebraska

Like any outdoor adventure, tanking involves prior planning and organization. The guys are in charge of the tank and the coolers. It's really a team event.
And they're in charge of getting the tank launched into the river.

And the ladies are in charge of overseeing it all! We each take our jobs seriously, and we seriously have a lot of fun!

Once on the water, the only thing anyone is in charge of is relaxing and having fun!
There are lots of little creatures to encounter along the way.

And lots of great scenery to bask in.

The beautiful Nebraska sunset greeted our trek home.
And then, we had to wait for the inevitable train.
We had two tanking trips this weekend, one on Friday evening and one on Sunday afternoon. Slightly different group of friends each time, but there is nothing like sharing a leisurely float on a river to get acquainted.

We did get an inside report that the river water had dropped between Friday and Sunday, and what a difference that made! We all got our workout on Sunday portaging over the sand bars. We never actually had to carry the tank, but even a tank needs more than an inch or two of water to float.

Ah well... it's all good on a summer afternoon on the river.

So where are you and what are you doing? Wanna get tanked? Or just come up with your own way to have fun. Get together with some friends and go and do.

Thanks for stopping by. The coffee is always on.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Lessons Learned and Time for Introspection

One never knows just when you're going to get smacked up along side the head with a revealing life lesson.  And just how small an incident and unique a chain of events can lead up to that life lesson.

My head is full of stuff right now. That's my excuse. Wednesday at 11:00 a.m. I will pick up my daughter at the Denver airport, and we're off for a week long girls ROAD TRIP of the Colorado Rockies.  On our itinerary is Garden of the Gods, Ghost Towns, the Durango Silverton Railroad, Zip Lining the rockies, Mesa Verde.  Great scenery, great time together.  Lots to get ready, lots on my mind.

The trip notebook is only just over an inch thick and in an amazing display of letting go of control, it was mailed to my daughter months ago.  What I have left is the two-page daily itinerary and the packing list.

Now on to what else was going on. Spent half a day in the office working even though my vacation officially began today. Just a few loose ends to tie up. That and the fact that two tanking trips over the weekend made a day sleeping in and going to work at noon feel REALLY good.

I am driving my son's 1993 Cadillac, which really is a sweet car although the stereo could be a little better. Hard to crank the Dropkick Murphys after a long day at work when the speakers have been blown.  Really young man, you're 18 years old!  Shouldn't you have a decent stereo in your car? So that's my second excuse - an unfamiliar car.

The young men borrow the pilot for an adventure down at Lake of the Ozarks, where they had a wonderful time and got home early afternoon. #3 son spent the weekend up on the Niobrara.  So the entire Nebraska Outback clan (excluding those in California and Idaho) were water rats this weekend.

Back to the events of the afternoon. Hopped into my sons car after work, cranked, what little cranking that meant, the stereo and headed home. Just at the west end of the North Platte City cemetery on Rodeo Road it died.  According to the electronic read out, I had 50 miles left. But who in their right mind would trust the readout on a car that's 16 years old. So, highway 30 kinda busy that time of night.  Popped the flashers on and a kind gentleman with a tow strap towed me safely around a corner to a quiet street.

Now is where the lesson comes in.  Or maybe it isn't a lesson at all.  Maybe it's just a revelation of the way things are.

Not once did it even occur to me to fix the problem myself. When I explain further, you'll understand.  I called my #3 son, the 21 year old, whom I knew was home, although home was 20 miles away. "Please bring a can of gas down and get me out of this situation."

Kudos to the boy.  He hopped in the car took the gas can to the station, filled it up and came to my rescue in record time.  When he had finished filling the car, he had an amused half-grin on his face.  He walked to the end of the street where my car had been towed. His grin got bigger, but had understanding and tolerance underlying the humor.  He motioned me to him and pointed. There, actually less than a block away was a gas station.

"Mom," he said. "All gas stations sell little one-gallon cans. You could have walked over there, got a gallon of gas, then drove back to fill up."

Yeah, I could have.  And the part that slaps me in the face, is that it never even occurred to me. I never stopped to truly think of where I was and where the stations were that were nearby, and that I didn't have to call anyone for help, I could just get it taken care of.

What kind of person am I, exactly, that that thought never occurred to me?  Can I really be trusted on a week long road trip alone with my daughter? (The new Ford F150 does have roadside assistance.  I know the Mister is relieved).  My only excuse is that I've got too much going on to stop and pay attention to the little things that need to get done.  Either that or I'm an airhead.  Could go either way.

So the lessons learned are this - Keep gas in the car (goes without saying). Pay attention to what's going on and think a problem through before getting others involved. Don't get over confident. Even an uberorganizer like me is going to forget some details. I'm not as good as I think I am. And the tables are turning - the young ones are there to help out in a pinch. 

Thanks for stopping by.  The coffee is always on.  I've heard it's good for the memory and cognitive functions.  Perhaps I'll drink more.

Monday, July 20, 2009

Delivering Seifer Farms Chickens

Since I returned to the farm in the mid-1990's, one of my jobs has been delivering my family farm's all-natural free-range chickens to customers throughout southwest Nebraska.  Although I'm no longer directly involved with the production side (lucky me!), I do still occasionally make the delivery trips.

Saturday was the first one of the year I've been able to make. My first stop was in Brady at noon, and getting back onto the Interstate, you can see that the wheat harvest in the Platte River valley is still going strong.
It's always a relief to get away from the traffic and 75 mph speeds of Interstate 80 and on to the smaller roads. South at Lexington for a more leisurely drive.

Besides doing a great service (not only helping the farm out, but getting healthful delicious chickens into the hands of consumers), a delivery route through rural Nebraska puts me in touch with wonderful people and great scenery.

The following picture is of the outlet end of Johnson Lake, a beautiful lake just south of Lexington. It has received some media attention recently, a great article in the current Nebraska Life magazine, and an OWH article about the manager of Medo's resort, who spent five seasons crab fishing on the Bering Sea, experiencing what we see every Tuesday night on Deadliest Catch.  You just never know what kind of interesting people you'll run into in Nebraska.
Further south of Johnson Lake is the small town of Elwood. Here you can see grain cars lined up at the small grain elevator waiting to take away the current harvest of wheat.
Elwood is a friendly little community, so friendly in fact that they are offering free home-building lots to anyone who would like to make this great little town their home.

Just think about that for a minute... you would get to see and experience all of the great stuff that I get to every day, yet through the miracle of technology, still be connected to the big wide world... sound enticing?
Couldn't you just picture yourself living here?
A little further on, I found more evidence that the wheat harvest maybe isn't as far along for this time of year as it should be.  I spoke to one farmer in Arapahoe, who said that the area had gotten regular rains over the past few nights, making it impossible to get into the field. 
This crew found enough dry wheat to go to work.  In a conversation with another farmer, he described the wheat conditions as "tougher than whang leather." Hmmm.  Had to google that one. Apparently just means a very tough cord or whip made out of leather. I can see where it would be hard for a combine to go through that.
While stopped in Arapahoe, I got a great view of a section of a electricity-generating windmill moving through on the highway. Must be very nerve wracking to drive something like this.
Another great Nebraska small town. This is downtown Arapahoe.
Heading out of town, I got stopped while a motorcycle rally passed through. Saturday was a terrific day, mild temperatures and no wind. Must have been a great day for a bike ride.
When we stop in McCook to deliver chickens, we always meet our customers at the beautiful Norris park. Imagine my surprise, when after an absence of only a year, I discovered that the town had added a complete new playground to the park. Lucky kids of McCook.
Driving north of McCook, I got to experience another of the joys of driving along rural highways.  That of encountering farm equipment. In Nebraska, they do have the right-of-way, and it's up to the other motorists to navigate safely around them. As you can see, they do their best to stay as far off the road as possible.
The grain cart that belongs with the previous combine.
And my last wheat cutting picture of the day, just south of Maywood. I asked my customer at Maywood if she had any crews in the field. She said that the hail and 2.25" of rain they had received the day before had brought them to a stand still. Before the storm, they had completed about half of their harvest and were making 70 bushels per acre, an absolutely fantastic yield. Now they'll be lucky to get the rest of the crop out of the field, and probably at less than 10 bushels per acre. She was very philosophical about the whole thing "that's what you expect when you're farmers."

Think about that one next time you make a sandwich with bread made from good old Nebraska wheat (or wherever your wheat comes from).
And that brings me to the end of my day. Had some great conversations with folks who really appreciate the quality of the chicken they're getting, and who appreciate knowing who their farmer is. 

Thanks for stopping by. The coffee is always on.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

How Great is This?

I wanted to add something more to yesterday's blog post, but I didn't want to just edit it because I didn't want the concept to get lost.

The Mister and I probably have more opportunities than most to showcase what we love about Nebraska to visitors. It's what I do for a living, and it has kinda rubbed off on him, so it's also what we do for fun. Whether it's our Up With People kids, House Concert performers, or just strangers traveling through, we always try to get them to really see how great this area is.

I had to work on Tuesday after our Monday House Concert, so the Mister entertained the guests until they got on the road for their Omaha show. Not a lot of time, but he loaded them up and headed north. They first stopped at the Mormon trail ruts just north of the river bridge, then drove another few miles north before stopping.

Remember now, Germany is roughly the size of Nebraska, only with 82 MILLION people, compared with Nebraska's 1.7 million. When you step out of your vehicle in the middle of the Sandhills, the total absence of man-made sound that fills your ears can't be found many other places in the world.  All of the guests we have taken up here, even if it is for a short trip are overwhelmed by it.

As one guest from Chicago said "It does my heart good to know that places like this still exist in the world." I agree.

The Sandhills put on a show for our friends from Germany. Besides still being lush and green and filled with wildflowers, which is sometimes hard to come by in mid-July, two Antelope stood observing the intruders from a short distance. Opposite them was a Mule deer. On the way back, a little sand turtle was crossing the road.

The guys insisted on a stop at the historic bridge across the North Platte river, while two of them shucked their sandals and waded right in and the others just enjoyed the view.

My point is this. Nebraska is wonderful! Do we who live here take it for granted how great it is? Maybe so, since one of our greatest challenges is the "brain drain" stemming from our young people leaving the state.

Anyway, if you live here, get out and enjoy! Whether it's downtown Omaha or Lincoln, one of our great second- and third-tier cities or small town or rural county... enjoy!

Thanks for stopping by. The coffee is always on.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Another Amazing House Concert in the Nebraska Outback

When you're open to pretty much anything, it's amazing what opportunities come your way. My telephone rang Thursday morning. A road manager was on the other end of the line. A booking had fallen through, and his band was going to be coming through Sutherland on the way from Denver to Omaha. Did I know of a gig they could get in the North Platte area.

Now, it just so happens that what the Mister and I do in our spare time is host house concerts, so even though he got in touch with me through my "official" job as a tourism professional (and I use that term loosely), he had called the right person.

My first question was "how much"? When he came back with the right answer - a place to stay, maybe a meal and a place to play. I knew we were on the same wavelength.

After a quick call to the Mister to make sure he was in agreement, I called the manager back and said "come on down!"
I will be completely honest and transparent here - If I were searching for acts to present (through my favorite House Concert website www.concertsinyourhome.com), I wouldn't have chosen a German Brass Band. We are open to hosting ANY kind of music, but that one just wasn't on our radar screen.
It was a learning, growing, life expanding experience! They were great and everyone who came just loved them. 

The band is "Original Colbitzer Musikanten" from Magdeburg Germany. They were on an American tour playing German-American festivals, at which they are generally the headline act. Their driver/road manager is from Minnesota and works with the German festival in his neck of the woods, which gives him great opportunities to meet bands and connect with other festivals. Fortunately, he has had two years of high school German and some practice, so his translations were quite good.
Naturally, being your average Americans, neither the Mister nor I speak a foreign language. As the bass player joked, we know "sauerkraut" and "bratwurst". However, the language barrier proved to be no problem in our enjoyment of the band, the music, and making new friends. 
Wonderfully talented musicians, in addition to the traditional German polkas and waltzes, we heard Dixieland Jazz, Mariachi, and some good old American rock. 

House Concerts (or, as you can see in this case, yard concerts), are a great way to broaden your musical horizons. As we've found out, there are amazingly talented artists who love to connect with audiences in the intimate way House Concerts provide. Whether the music is the particular genre you're interested in or not, great music of any genre is better live.

As you can see below, these young people, who I would never have dreamed would like Bavarian music had a fantastic time.
Oh, yes, that's the kids, getting the band's autographs.  Even though our guests had less than a week's notice, about 25 of them showed up. We made new friends and House Concert fans, and their generosity filled the donation jar to help the band on down the road.
And they insisted on posing for pictures with the band as well.
As with any House Concert, it's the after party that caps off the evening. Being Nebraska, there were light and sounds shows in the sky, which made the band, who might see and hear only one thunderstorm in a year at home, slightly nervous.
As I said, all of the musicians are extremely talented, and most multi-instrumental and play a wide variety of genres. Late into the night, we were being entertained with good old rock and roll.
If you're in my neck of the woods, stop by for our next House Concert, coming up on August 13 at 7:30 p.m. featuring The Yampa Valley Boys, cowboy music, poetry and humor.

If you're not in my neck of the woods, find your nearest House Concert and get on their invitation list. They'll be happy to have you.

Thanks for stopping by. The coffee is always on.

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