11769 above street level. And then some
So much has been said and written about the Rocky Mountains and so many people have managed to take good photos, that anything I say or any picture I upload will do them no justice. So all I can write here is that we drove to Estes Park then into the Rocky Mountains National Park and followed the Old Falls River Road, a one way track that took us right up to the top where snow still lay.
Anyone who knows me well will be aware that when it comes to photography I have a penchant mostly to snap products with double-entendre names, disgusting lavatories, mis-spelt signs, gravestones and builders’ bums. Very little wildlife, apart from that rush of donkeys in Marrakesh. But in the National Park we saw a marmot on the edge of the road, more chipmunks, a moose and, up close and personal, a real live Bambi. So out came the camera and the pics are here along with some of the animals on display at the hotel we’re now staying at.
Short pants, big breaths
The views certainly took our breath away and the high altitude added to our breathlessness. Steve is fighting a cold as well, and we know where it came from. Sitting alongside us on the flight over was a very nice, well-travelled older woman who was extremely pleasant but not in an in-your-face way. The only thing that was in our face unfortunately for nine and a half hours were her very productive sneezes and coughs.
Skinny, average or obese?
Just before we came away Jack, who calls me ‘Deedee’ said to Steve, “What would you call Deedee” (his grandmother) “skinny, average or obese and you’re not allowed to say average?” Well I certainly haven’t seen any skinny people here yet, and why do the ones who are neither skinny nor average wear sports clothes? They clearly never do any sport. They wear those shiny shorts with a sporty stripe down the side of the leg and serious trainers. Today in the supermarket I took this picture of a sandwich.
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