Colorado 9033' camp cam July 31 - cool and wet with LOTS of widflowers - HAPPY LAST DAY OF JULY!

Journal UPDATED on July 30th - my canoe saga

OUR CANVAS gallery open by appointment only for a while (w/mask) - click for info

07/03/22 When I left our campsite at 9,033’ elevation in Colorado last week it was 43 degrees. I drove up and over two mountain passes and down through the northeast corner of New Mexico - beautiful volcano country that I always love! It was later on in Oklahoma (Boise City, after six hours of driving) that I first exited the camper van to get fuel. I was hit in the face by the oven that is the Dust Bowl - 104 degrees, oh my! After a month of really cool temps and humidity at or below 10% it was a shock to the system. The pups didn’t seem to care one way or the other and went back to sleep.

Speaking of sleep, I didn’t get much when I got home Friday evening as I had to get the gallery all set up and ready for an open house the next day. Somehow I forgot to bring lunch with me and it would be 5pm before I got anything to eat since a smoothie for breakfast - the sandwich my lovely bride brought me was DELICIOUS! The only problem was that I also had a full serving of tuna salad (Subway), chips, cookie, popcorn, and a big diet pepsi for dinner right after - way too much food! But since I had lost a pound in Colorado and was now at the lowest recorded weight ever for me as an adult (151 pounds), I figured that was OK - it all tasted to good.

We never have a crowd for open houses at the gallery here at Little Bluff like we used to at Cloudland (where some days we would have literally hundreds of folks during the day), but somehow I talked pretty much non-stop almost the entire time our gallery was open yesterday (but only about a dozen folks visited during the day). Could it be I’ve not really talked to anyone but Pam in the past month? (Pam and I sometimes have conversations that go on for hours, and some days we almost never speak - seem to know each other’s thoughts without having to say anything.)

It was great to see everyone who did come to the gallery - lots of stories to tell and listen to, and a few small print sales (trying to pay for gas for the trip to Colorado!).

This morning was cool and cloudy and the air was sweet - AND filled with bird songs! As we sat on the back deck sipping smoothies (my basel plants survive and I had some for breakfast - yea), I grabbed the phone and let the Cornel Merlin Bird ID app tell us who was singing. We knew quite a few of the bird calls but there were a many we did not know and it was great to find out who they were. Here’s a short list of the first few minutes of recording - there were at least twice as many different species we heard while sipping breakfast.

LOTS to do today and tomorrow and the next - in fact we still don’t even have the camper van unloaded yet. At some point today we’ll take a break and sit down to watch a replay of the F1 race in England (it is going on live as I’m typing this, but the F1 app we use to watch it live has not been working properly all season so we have to watch the replay). We still LOVE F1 racing.

The new F1 boss helped the franchise a little bit this past week when they banned a previous world champion from all events after he was making racial slurs toward one of the drivers - that showed real class on the part of F1 - they seem to be well ahead of all over professional sports when it comes to human rights. Good for you F1!

I plan to be home for the next couple of weeks trying to catch up a little bit from last summer (and the summer before), and will have the gallery open at any time for appointments, and also for walk-ins on Saturday July 9th, and perhaps even on the 16th. I’ll also be working on the new Arkansas 2023 wall calendar, although I’m not sure we’ll be able to get it prints since prices for printing books and calendars have gone up so much, my goodness! But I guess that’s the way of the world (our calendar price would stay the same if we’re able to get it printed).

In the meantime, a belated HAPPY CANADA DAY (June 1st), and HAPPY BIRTHDAY USA too!

One of Pam's flower gardens that her dad kept alive while we were gone.

07/05/22 Baby bunnies in the front yard - playing cat and mouse with our puppies...

07/07/22 My lovely bride nd I are helping my long-time photo workshop assistant (Ray Scott) print and frame 60 photos of his for a major exhibit in Little Rock later this fall - we worked until late last night and are at it again at dawn today (hoping to get it done by dark this evening - these are only half of his prints).

*Friday update - we did not get done framing all 60 of Ray's prints until noon today - WOW it is going to be one terrific print exhibit in October for Ray Scott!

07/11/22 The pups and I did two full laps around our "summer" trail here early this morning - beautiful, lush, and cool at dawn. Yesterday I mowed all of it with our tractor, including the second half that Fireman Jeff and I built in May. This allows us to hike the mile-long loop (six-feet wide) without coming in contact with tick-laden jungle plants (that have taken over the "winter" trail corridor) - YIPPIE! The photo below is the view from the end of our two-mile hike, which is right next to our cabin.

07/19/22 The first items on my lengthy to-do list before I could head back to the high country were #1) finish the new 2023 Arkansas wall calendar; and #2) upload the file to the print shop’s web server in Montana. I got a lot of the items on the list done, but did not get the calendar done, gosh darn it! In my defense the predicted highs in the Oklahoma Panhandle (aka the Dust Bowl) would be 114 degrees actual temp the day I was planning to make the trip (today), so instead of getting all of my chores done and being roasted I opted to leave a day early when the weather would be much cooler*.

So I loaded up the pups at 6am yesterday and followed my lovely bride to Fayetteville - the pups had a vet appointment and we needed to tag-team them due to one of our children not being too friendly during vet visits. (Pam returned home with the pups after all shots and exams were completed.)

Oh my gosh it was so much cooler in the Panhandle - only 100-107* actual temps all across Oklahoma - I’m glad I left a day early. Drove about 700 miles through the oven, fueled up with very reasonable diesel prices a couple of times, and ended the day yesterday in northeast New Mexico where the temp would dip to 75 degrees during the night.

Today I was on the road by 4am and made another couple of hundred miles on up into Colorado and arrived back at the campsite by mid morning. High today is supposed to be about 75-ish, alhough the temp this afternoon in our little storage shed is well north of that - good thing I got all that insulation in last visit or it would be miserable in here!

So now that I’ve unpacked the camper van and set up my “office” in the shed I can get back to the calender project and hope to get it done and upload to the server in Montana by the end of today. Of course, heck, I AM way up in the Rocky Mountains at the peak of wildflower season and the weather is DELIGHTFUL - maybe I should go on a HIKE this afternoon intsead?

Nope, I’m gonna be a good boy and leave my boots off until this evening, maybe...

07/20/22 A really big-time storm came through camp yesterday afernoon with massive bolts of lightning and one of the longest hailstorms I've ever been in - this photo is the floor of our gazebo about halfway through the hailstorm. Pea size hail and above. Normally everything is good and stays dry under the gazebo no matter what type of rainfall, but this storm was blowing hail sideways and everything got pelted, and soaked with the heavy downpour. (I took refuge in the camper van.) The temp dropped about 20 degrees. One funny note - I only have a single shot of whiskey here and one "mini" coke to mix it with (booze is SO EXPENSIVE these days I mostly do without). But I also have no ice - so I decided to collect a cup of hail for my only drink of this trip - it was WONDERFL! HAPPY - um, I really don't know what day it is, but I hope you have a great one no matter the day!

07/21/22 AT LAST I completed the calendar project yesterday, and early this morning (5am) I headed out to a nearby lake to see if I could still paddle a canoe. Top photo was from the boat ramp with the hills of the half-million-acre Weminuche Wilderness lighting up with golden rays of sunshine. Bottom photo is as I was beginning my paddle looking over towards a foot bridge spanning the spillway of Big Meadows Lake and the campground beyond. Just like hiking, I LOVE to be on the water at first light! (I did about four miles of paddling on this lake - mostly testing out the canoe that I've only used once before - it worked!)

 

 

07/23/22 - A very good MORNING GLORY to you! (this one is about 4" across) Temp was 52 when I left at dawn for an early hike and found this guy after three miles almost back to camp - time for a breakfast smoothie with wild raspberries from the yard.

Later in the day we had some intruders on a four-wheeler that tore across the meadow then tried to drive up onto our granite mountain (they failed). It was an educational moment for the pair of young boys from Texas...

07/24/22 My sleeping partner., a 12' inflated canoe..

07/25/22 Getting a workout at Beaver Reservoir...

 

07/27/22 Gathered a few wild raspberries after my three-mile wakeup hike at dawn - DELICIOUS in my smoothie!

07/29/22 A beautiful, cool, summer morning today in the high country...

7/28/22 Funny thing happened with the weather today. It was supposed to rain most of the day, but nothing much happened until late afternoon. It poured for awhile, then settled in for a good soaking rain. Temp remained in the upper 50s. Most of my day was spent in the shed working at the computer.

As evening approached I decided it was a great time to get a quick three mile hike to the top and dpwn and around in. I checked the radar and it was going to be solid rain the entire hike - and I really do LOVE hiking in the rain - so I took off with my light rain jacket on. Son of a gun, the rain stopped before I could go 100 yards and NEVER RAINED A DROP the entire hike! How often does that happen?! (guess I need to put on my “radar” glasses next time so I can see the screen)

After a most delightful hike, as I was approaching camp I could feel, taste, and smell rain. I hadn’t been back at camp more than five minutes before the sky opened up and it poured and poured, then settled in for another long steady rainfall long into my sleep.

So good to see rain for a few days back home in the High Ozarks - ENJOY!

07/29/22 Cool and quite foggy at dawn today, and I had a wonderful hike to the top and back, about three miles. They were calling for rain in the afternoon, so I decided to pack up my rubber boat and head to Big Meadows Resorvoir to paddle around a bit.

When I arrived at the lake I found the boat ramp covered with fisherman - literally. It’s a very small and narrow ramp, and I counted more than a dozen fishermen/women in chairs on the ramp, one was in a wheel chair. There were dozens more folks lining the banks fishing. I parked the van nearby and watched for a while - no fish biting, but it was quite beautiful with no wind and the mountains reflected in the lake - a post card scene for sure!

And then it started to rain. Of course. But fact is I just love being outdoors, and sometimes especially so if it is raining. There were dark clouds all around, but no thunder or lightning, and the rain seemed pretty even, slow, and soaking. So what the heck!

I pulled the van down near the boat ramp (didn’t want to run over a bunch of fisherman, nor make them leave - I really just needed a spot to drag my boat down to the water). I opened the back doors and drug out the “package” that was my 52 pound rubber boat, unfolded it on the ground, and began to pump up the three chambers. My spine does not allow me to bend over and operate a foot pump like this one, so I’ve figured out a way to kneel on the tiny feet of the pump, stiffen my back, then use my arms to pump.

No telling how many minutes all those folks wasted by watching me pump up my boat, but every time I would pause and look around, no one was fishing - they were all looking at me!

Finally the boat was full, and everyone could resume fishing. It continued a gentle rain. Then a little bit of minor panic hit - I forgot the seat! Left it under the gazebo back at camp (so it wouldn’t get wet). Hum, the panic soon subsided when I tought back to my childhood - every time I tried to get in and paddle a canoe someone would tell me there were no seats in a canoe! OK that was good - I realliy didn’t need a seat after all. Anyway, I eventually figured it all out and drug my fully-loaded rubber boat across the road and down the side of the bank to the water, and did so without knocking over a single fisherman!

Minutes later I stepped into the canoe and paddled away, kneeling on the rubber floor like a proper canoist. And it was delightful!

Somewhere along the way I wondered if the special skeg I bought a year ago (and finally installed the attachment plate for just last week) would work and help keep my boat going straight. I didn’t want to look like a silly boy by turning my newly-pmped-up-canoe over and installing it right there on the bank with everyone watching. But of course now I was in the middle of a pretty deep lake and it was raining.

I’m as shy on the water as I am in the woods, and it took me a while to find a spot on the bank where I could pull in and unload the canoe and flip it and install the skeg - without disturbing anyone. There were dozens of fisherpeople along both banks of the lake - I could see them a half mile away. But no one was near the very end of the lake, so that’s where I headed for.

Everything worked as planned - got to shore, the skeg installed on the boat, and I was back on my way! Except as I pushed off from the bank I looked around and realized my kayak paddle was right there in the tall grass where I had left it, haha! You should always have another paddle with you, and believe it or not I DID, so I just paddled back and got my kayak paddle - and I don’t think anyone saw me!

Out in the middle of the lake somewhere I heard my phone beep. Good grief it must be something important if they had to reach me way out here! So I dug around under the small tarp that covered my bucket and unfolded my small “dry bag” then unzipped the ziplock and turned on the phone screen. After more than two years of waiting, a date for my new slide program was confirmed for the Fayetteville Public Library in December - YIPPIE COYOTE! (I’ll be adding more in the weeks to come I hope - all in November/December this year - my final round of slide programs.)

Fast forward an hour - it continued to rain but I didn’t care - it was just wonderful out there on the water with not even a single other boat anywhere (last week when I boated on this lake there were quite a few boats - motorized and paddled). And turns out paddling in cool weather keeps you warm just like hiking in cool weather does. I was a happy camper!

When I finally headed back to the boat ramp most of it was clear, but there were still a lot of folks fishing from the banks nearby. I swung left then right then made a beeline to the ramp (not wanting to disturb any of them by paddling too close). As I approached the ramp all of a sudden someone caught and landed a trout - celebrations all up and down the bank! Then another guy did. And another. And another! Seemed like everyone was catching fish! Oh my.

And as I unpacked, deflated, and folded up my boat I wondered if somehow I had played a part and maybe herded the fish towards the bank as I paddled in? Yup, I bet that’s what happened.

OK, it was a good paddle trip, but since I was already soaking wet and the landscape was saturated and colorful, why not go on a hike - there’s a multi-mile trail around this very same lake, so I removed my canoe shoes and put on my hiking boots and off I went.

And oh my goodness where there MUSHROOMS - especially RED mushrooms - I bet hundreds of them all along the trail. Even though my phone camera was in a zip lock bag in my back pocket, and I was not supposed to bend down and use that camera phone to take pictures of things on the ground like mushrooms and wildflowers - well let’s just say my progress along the trail was slow - there was so much COLOR to take pictures of!

At one point I found and entire forest of mushrooms - no more than 1/2 inch tall - deep down beneath a towering evergreen of some sort - I bet there were fifty of them spread out under there, with several adult mushrooms at the far end looking after them. I could visulize what picture I wanted to take, but try as I might I could not figure out how to part the stiff, sticky bushes that surrounded this mushroom army. And if I could I would end up on my belly - that’s the view I wanted - a worm’s eye view (you’ve got to get REALLY low to the ground to be shooting UP at a 1/2 inch tall mushroom). But I decided not to make a spectable of myself and mess up my back even more than it already was, I simply had to smile at the little mushroom village and hike on.

Once I looped on around the far end of the lake (near where I’d left my kayak paddle before), I started to see lots and lots of berry clusters on the bushes - bright RED was common, but also very dark blue. AND pure WHITE berries! All wet and saturated and beautiful since it was still raining. Our came my zip lock bag...

Have you ever hiked through a dense forest of evergreen trees in the rain? If so you probably know what I’m talking about - the AROMA is overpowering and unlike anything else. AAAHHHHHHH.

It was a great trip to the lake, and I’m sure it was even more enjoyable because of the rain.

After another three-mile hike from camp this evening it finally stopped raining. I had leftover veggies and rice for dinner, then sat down at the computer in the shed to write this. The rain has been coming down harder - makes that special sound on a metal roof you know. But just now it stopped, and I probably should take that as a cue for me to wrap this up and find my way back to the van for a few hours of slumber.

I hope I don’t trip over that darn paddle in the dark along the way... (or the canoe seat)

07/30/22 My dad is the one who first got me interested in canoes. The way I remember it his family had a cabin on the Meramac River outside of St. Louis when he was growing up, and he spent a great deal of time in a canoe there. (He also would become a world-class swimmer and win a multi-mile race on the very same Meramac River later on that launched his swimming career, so I suspect he traveled the river a great deal without a canoe too!)

At the end of his college days in Iowa he loaded up all his belongings in his canoe and paddled all the way back home to St. Louis.

My brother, Terry, was the main canoe guy when I was growing up, and he even helped start the Outdoor Recreation Center at the University of Arkansas - one big part of that was (and still is I think) teaching safe canoeing and making canoes and accessories available for cheap rent to students. (I was involved with the hiking and backpacking side, which is when I first led hiking trips.)

While my outdoor travels were mostly on foot, I did spend a good bit of time in canoes in Arkansas and especially in the Boundary Waters Canoe Area in northern Minnesota (and also in the Canadian wilderness across the border). I was never really all that great at it, but I did get to fish a lot!

Several years ago when it became obvious I would no longer be able to lift and load a heavy canoe due to my ailing back, I learned about rubber boats and bought a couple, mostly to use on the Buffalo River and also in some swamps in southeast Arkansas for photography access. But they were not really very good annd we eventually sold them off.

A few years ago I got the hankering for another blowup canoe - this time as a means of building up some upper body strength, which I’ve always lacked. That became more important the worse my spine became since building core body strength was supposed to help my back.

It took me several years to find and purchase a rubber boat that I felt would be able to widthstand the abuse any outdoor gear of mine is put through, and so I ended up with a Soar brand of inflatable canoe. I only got to use it once three years ago just to test it out, but since then it’s been in a box in the garage for some reason.

So this summer I was bound and determined to get it out of the box and on the water - namely Colorado water, land of many lakes where I could paddle to my hearts content at whatever speed I wanted and not have to worry about having someone else shuttle me. Anyway, so I finally got around to bringing my boat to Colorado on this trip, and got it out on one of the lakes about 30 minutes from here a couple of weeks ago.

Since we had really strong winds the entire month of July when we were here I wanted to hit the water at first light before the winds picked up. I went to the same lake I had found so crowded yesterday, and wouldn’t you know it - there wasn’t a soul around at 5am but me, haha! (always the best time for solitude) It took me a while to get the boat out and blown up and all set up - all of that going on with the backdrop of a spectacular light show happening behind me as the top of the towering peaks up along the Continental Divide started to glow from the approaching sunrise.

The lake was still, with wisps of steam/fog rising everywhere, turning all the reflections of the mountains into Monet visions.

One thing about the inflatable canoe that I bought vs. a normal canoe, and also vs. an inflatable kayack, is that its really only likes fast water, whitewater in partiular - that’s what my boat was built for - the most thrilling whitewater in the world. But my plan with it was mainly flat water like calm Colorado lakes - hopefully to build up my core and arm strength. I know - I bought the WRONG kind of boat (most folks use kayaks these days), but I’ve never warmed up to kayaks, and also I wanted the cargo ability to be able to go on multiple day floats, whether it be on big lakes or on rivers, like, um, the Buffalo River right in our own neighborhood! It would be a great boat for that.

Anyway, as I discovered quickly my boat was not good on flat water and I had a devil of a time keeping it going straight - and I’m not too bad with doing that in a normal canoe (I’ve paddled hundereds of miles up north in normal canoes and did just fine), but this rubber beast is a different critter.

A skeg would be the answer - those are a fin that when installed on the bottom of a boat helps it to track in an straight line. I ordered one a year ago but it took me until last week to install it - after my first trip or two across the lake. I was able to make my way several miles before the skeg just fine, but it wasn’t the calm and relaxing form I had wanted.

So back at camp I spent the next couple of anxious days installing a large rubber sleeve on the bottom of my pristine beast, then let it dry for two days before carefully installing the skegin the sleeve, a skeg that was not designed for my boat and I had no idea if it would actually work or not.

Seveal days later I headed out on my second attempt to paddle my boat on a Colorado Lake, this time it was Beaver Resorvior that is literally just over the mountains beyond our campsite here a few miles (though a 30 minute drive to reach it). As I unloaded the boat and blue it up a few folks wondered what the heck I was doing and there were several other boats on the water - and the wind was blowing a little bit - but I didn’t pay much attention I just headed out - with the skeg attached, into the wind hoping my problems would be over.

Hardly! If anything the skeg made the tracking worse, and I floundered for more than an hour but did eventually put in several laps and miles on the lake, making it back to the boat ramp just as a crowd of family members gathered to welcome two boatloads of other family members how had been out for a quick fishing trip. They were basically trolling with eight or ten rods in the water and the kids hoisted a stringer full of nursery-raised rainbow trout - there was be fresh trout around the campfire for them tonight!

Another issue I’ve been struggling with is correct paddle method, which just happens to have a lot to do with my paddle. I have a very nice proper canoe paddle, but really, when I use it - even with my strongest J stroke (which is what you normally use to keep the boat going straight) the boat just mocks me and its a constant battle to keep going in the right direction. So I’ve been using a double blade kayak paddle, a cheap one from my previous rubber boats. It works and I can get the boat where I want to go, but it’s such a struggle, wabbling back and forth like a big rubber duckie.

So I’ve been looking for a better paddle, and like so many other things everyone has a chart and an opinion on the many aspects of a proper paddle, especially the length. My setup (wide canoe and tall person) calls for the longest paddles they make (9-10 feet), and it turns out a lot of those are not available right now. Hampering me is the fact that I’ve fallen in lust with a particular beautiful paddle that’s handmade in Wisconsin (carbon fiber shaft and blades made from red alder, roasted basswood, and basswood - it could double as a work of art during the non-paddling season). But it’s expensive and not available in a longer length at the moment, but coming soon I’m told.

One item that has cropped up during my research is that I’ve been sending my lovely bride youtube training videos to show her what I’m trying to learn. But for some reason the videos using the paddle I’m after are by attractive females. Just as a reality check, I really do have PADDLE envy and nothing else! “What color was her hair - I have no idea but did you see those handmade wooden blades on her paddles!!!”

Another ongoing nagging issue is what tool to use to inflate the rubber canoe - who knew there were so amny different types, and in fact the proper way to inflate your boat is with using two different types of blowers (unless you get a $200 pump, but those a out of my range). Most all these circles I’ve been swimming in for info and knowldge are avid kayak fisherman or really serious technical whitewater fooks, and so I have to kind of apply a filter or two when considering their information. (update - problem resolved!)

I’m early on in my canoe educaton with a lot to learn, and if I only ever end up all alone drifting down a river or across a wilderness lake at dawn wagging like a duck, that’s OK - my dad will be out there with me and that is perhaps the biggest reason of all for my rubber boat...

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