Well I have the most awesome view from a hill nearby on the main East West drag near my house and at this time of year, snow capped peaks on the Front range beyond the foothills. Tried to capture it on camera today but thanks to the beautiful always sunny conditions the light washed the pictures out. It’s unseasonably warm at the moment but the nights do get cold real fast.
Never mind poor old John Denver. It’s a-gonna get cold up in them thar hills this winter — and you’ll love it. Here’s a cold-weather song, with the most knowing reference to erotic love I know, almost casually cough inserted:
It’s fantastic apart from the missing oxygen at exactly one mile high, my body is adjusting, the lack of humidity is awesome. However according to the boffins at Boulder (university of Colorado) I can expect to be near the beach real soon.
The lack of O2 is affecting my humour circuits and it’s going to take another 4 weeks before I acclimate, the locals all go around wrapped up me I’m still in a T shirt. One thing I can detect the people are genuinely nicer here and if they are in boulder stoned as well.
Hey FB: Authenticity’s overrated. I like bananas, bread and honey so much better than peanut butter, don’t you? And — different subject — I can hear a bird that sounds almost like The Joker in the black of night.
Speaking of which they legalized Mary Jane being progressives and also being progressives also implemented a 25% tax on sales of said stuff. I’m larfin me arse off, took them less than 6 months to go from libertarian to liberal.