Travel thread

[Bammer]

Looks like I’m at 33 A handful of western and New England states, Minnesota and Michigan is what I lack.

I’ll be hitting MN and WI next year.

It will be a real effort to get to several others like SD, ND, ME, NH, VT, MS, AR …

The places I haven’t been that I really do want to see are NC (long layover in Charlotte airport doesn’t count), SC, GA, WY and will get there for sure at some point.

Technically I have been to TN but need to go back and spend more time. I also want to see a lot more of MT.

Wait until the kids are ready for college tours then hit the road.

They are going to U-Dub

[doug rr]

my list is Alaska, Maine, Vermont, New Hampshire and Michigan

[E.H. Ruddock]

Looks like I’m at 33 A handful of western and New England states, Minnesota and Michigan is what I lack.

I’ll be hitting MN and WI next year.

It will be a real effort to get to several others like SD, ND, ME, NH, VT, MS, AR …

The places I haven’t been that I really do want to see are NC (long layover in Charlotte airport doesn’t count), SC, GA, WY and will get there for sure at some point.

Technically I have been to TN but need to go back and spend more time. I also want to see a lot more of MT.

Wait until the kids are ready for college tours then hit the road.

They are going to U-Dub

Oh God, of course bammer is one of those guys that will force his kids to go to his alma mater otherwise he'll disown them.

[doug rr]

even worse they'll still live at home or show up on weekends

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Ello Sailor]

Should've bought Dave A's kit instead. Rookie move.

[Bammer]

Looks like I’m at 33 A handful of western and New England states, Minnesota and Michigan is what I lack.

I’ll be hitting MN and WI next year.

It will be a real effort to get to several others like SD, ND, ME, NH, VT, MS, AR …

The places I haven’t been that I really do want to see are NC (long layover in Charlotte airport doesn’t count), SC, GA, WY and will get there for sure at some point.

Technically I have been to TN but need to go back and spend more time. I also want to see a lot more of MT.

Wait until the kids are ready for college tours then hit the road.

They are going to U-Dub

Oh God, of course bammer is one of those guys that will force his kids to go to his alma mater otherwise he'll disown them.

Bro let me get you a little pepper to go with all that salt

[epilogue]

WHERE IN COLORADO??????

Estes Park!

[spike]

WHERE IN COLORADO??????

Estes Park!

Awesome, enjoy! Watch out for elk poop.

[pepperwhiteMFC]

WHERE IN COLORADO??????

Estes Park!

Very good. It’s a beautiful place. Enjoy!

[spike]

WHERE IN COLORADO??????

Estes Park!

Very good. It’s a beautiful place. Enjoy!

It’s also on fire currently.

[pepperwhiteMFC]

WHERE IN COLORADO??????

Estes Park!

Very good. It’s a beautiful place. Enjoy!

It’s also on fire currently.

Typical of Colorado. Every summer we burn.

The burn scars from the fires in Ft Garland years ago, are now covered with new Aspen trees. That’s how it works. Pines burn, aspen grow, leaves fall and become mulch. Wash rinse repeat.

[spike]

WHERE IN COLORADO??????

Estes Park!

Very good. It’s a beautiful place. Enjoy!

It’s also on fire currently.

Typical of Colorado. Every summer we burn.

The burn scars from the fires in Ft Garland years ago, are now covered with new Aspen trees. That’s how it works. Pines burn, aspen grow, leaves fall and become mulch. Wash rinse repeat.

Yeah but will Joe be trapped there/die there.

[pepperwhiteMFC]

WHERE IN COLORADO??????

Estes Park!

Very good. It’s a beautiful place. Enjoy!

It’s also on fire currently.

Typical of Colorado. Every summer we burn.

The burn scars from the fires in Ft Garland years ago, are now covered with new Aspen trees. That’s how it works. Pines burn, aspen grow, leaves fall and become mulch. Wash rinse repeat.

Yeah but will Joe be trapped there/die there.

He’ll be ok. Might get trampled on the train at DIA if anything.

[spike]

WHERE IN COLORADO??????

Estes Park!

Very good. It’s a beautiful place. Enjoy!

It’s also on fire currently.

Typical of Colorado. Every summer we burn.

The burn scars from the fires in Ft Garland years ago, are now covered with new Aspen trees. That’s how it works. Pines burn, aspen grow, leaves fall and become mulch. Wash rinse repeat.

Yeah but will Joe be trapped there/die there.

He’ll be ok. Might get trampled on the train at DIA if anything.

What a godforsaken place that is.

[pepperwhiteMFC]

WHERE IN COLORADO??????

Estes Park!

Very good. It’s a beautiful place. Enjoy!

It’s also on fire currently.

Typical of Colorado. Every summer we burn.

The burn scars from the fires in Ft Garland years ago, are now covered with new Aspen trees. That’s how it works. Pines burn, aspen grow, leaves fall and become mulch. Wash rinse repeat.

Yeah but will Joe be trapped there/die there.

He’ll be ok. Might get trampled on the train at DIA if anything.

What a godforsaken place that is.

I moved out of So Cal in the late 1990s. Fires in the canyons during Santa Ana winds season. Good times.

[doug rr]

my older brother is a loner and lives in a cabin near Estes park ..he's not in touch with anyone in the family but I know he's evacuated about 3 times in the last coupe of years

[pepperwhiteMFC]

I believe it. Im leery of living in the mountains. The front range works fine for me. I’ve never needed to evacuate, but it’s come very close. Waldo Canyon was really bad. That one freaked me out.


This is the view from our office. The planes and helicopters have been dropping retardants for days. Smoke was barely tolerable in the office. I came home with a headache.

[daft twat]

Halfway through this Italy trip, and it’s been going great, but this heat is otherworldly. Multiple times every day I think of Ham Porter in the Sandlot saying, “It’s so hot, Benny.” We visited all five villages of Cinque Terre yesterday, but I wouldn’t play ball in this. Anyway, on to Roma!

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.