The Dillon Farmer's Market. A mix of food, homemade products, and odd things to buy. A good people watching place we started enjoying a few years ago on a previous trip. We've had some excellent Colorado peaches and some tasty smoked wild salmon from Alaska. We were in search of those items once again. Along the way, Miki found a pretty blue scarf that found it's way back to camp with us. We did find the smoked salmon. It was just as good as I remembered, as I found out for dinner, but the peaches were a disappointment. We'll try again on the peaches, because last year they were that good! Miki passed on the organic skin care products, the guy was a hard sell. The goat cheese booth was a hit and also became part of Miki's dinner...the two words, goat and cheese, don't go with one another to me, so why would I put either one in my mouth. We could have purchased a down pillow, roasted jalapeno peppers (right!), or homemade horseradish sauce...this time a compound word made of two words that don't belong together either. A guitar and bass player were providing some background tunes in the vein of James Taylor and the people just kept coming.
Selling summer's bounty. |
This afternoon, the dogs said enough of being stuck in the trailer while we go out and do stuff without them, so they demanded a walk. Not just a walk around the campground, but a dog hike. Miki picked a good, local trail to try we had not done previously called Peak Trail. It began rather auspiciously, due to the fact we were supposed to drive on one of the many paved bicycle trails to get to our trailhead. She had copied the directions and we were in the right place, but it just seemed wrong to turn onto a "bike path," when there is so much emphasis to watch out and yield to cyclists. After turing onto the path and backing up, thinking this is not right, a minimum of 3 times, we finally saw another vehicle coming at us on the trail. Either we were both wrong or both right...we got to the trailhead. It was a great day and the dogs were thrilled to be out in it. The trail followed a small stream they could have jumped over in many places and they stopped for numerous drinks. Tooga found a number of pools to lay in to cool off his belly while Tuck saw every squirrel and chipmunk as part of a shish kabob for him. Two hours later, we made it back to the truck with some tired pups.
Uphill |
Downhill |
The days are warm and the nights are cool (chilly!) and evidently they are that way back home too. So, why are we out here? Cause we can!
My Zen from the Road: After my Angler Of The Year encounter this evening, I started thinking of how I would have done things differently. Spent more time, asked a few questions, or stared a little less at where teeth use to be. I think next time I'm in a situation or I meet a character that seems safe enough, yet out there a bit from my perspective, I will not be in as much of a rush to distance myself from it or them. I wonder what I missed out on.
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