|Near "Nederland" CO|
Virginia -> South Dakota -> Germany -> South Dakota -> Kansas -> Colorado.
Which means, that's right - Colorado. And it looks like this time we're here to stay. No more moving. Well - hopefully, at least until we buy a house and move out of our rental... house. For those of you actually interested, the town is Longmont, and we moved because Kelsie got a job with Seagate, and I, adventurer that I am, thought I would come along for the ride.
You might know Longmont from the news, it's in that area of Colorado that was absolutely shit on by flooding. We're just a short jump away from Lyons, the place where they were airlifting residents to safety not too long ago. Where the roads were carved away like sandcastle moats in the tide.
In spite of all that, it feels like the best move we've made in a long time. Since we moved to Virginia, probably. After waking to the sweeping plains of Kansas for the last year, visuals punctuated by the perpetual creak of wind against the house and the constant stream of tearing, brapping of undermuffled trucks, it's nice to wake to to crisp, quiet mornings, to the cat exploring yellow piles of fallen leaves in the back yard.
On top of that, it's pretty damned hard to argue with the mountains. We're literally 15 minutes from the foot of a mountain climb. (Or, we will be when the road through Lyons is reopened.)
|As the old line goes: We're not in Kansas anymore...|
Snow has started to dust the mountains, and the fall colors are peaking, if not past peak already. The sun sets so early, hidden behind the mountains by no later than 6:30 these days. While the weather is still good during middle of the day, the temperature swings wildly between highs and lows like a hormone disorder. The riding isn't over for this year, but once the weather gets like this, it's hard to get too far from home. Unless of course, you're that balance compromised character*. He rides like all winter. Chains on the tires, all that kind of stuff. Actually - now that I think about it, that might be a great way to spend the winter... build a hack rig.
Whatever happens, there's a real upshot here. There is a shed out back with my name on it. And by my name, I mean the name of the 1978 Honda which will likely live there when (if it makes it! Negotiations in progress). So, I guess that means the shed will have the name Shitbox, or something similar on it. Well, you can't win them all. Still, my own shed...
Alright - enough rambling. Tell me how awesome it is to live here! Or, tell me how awesome it is to live where you live!
*Dom. This of course refers to Domingo Chang. Do you get it? Domingo rides hack rigs. Sidecars. You know, you don't need to balance on them... Wink. Nudge. Sorry - I'll let myself out.
Actually, Dom's a great guy and outfits his Ural hack rig in chains to ride all winter like a true man. One who towers amongst the rest of us mere children who prefer to ride when the sun shines, or whatever. To prove what a great guy Dom really is, he even offered to let me drive his precious, orange Ural, Valencia - that is, if I ever made it to the Denver area.