tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86682606702255633552024-02-19T22:52:09.360-07:00Sipner Productions: Chapter 2Jessie and Ron transition from hardcore Montanans to lightweight ColoradansJessie & Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09646311131300242119noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668260670225563355.post-9639662075745297342009-12-07T20:14:00.016-07:002009-12-10T07:25:41.191-07:00Rivers and caves and ruins, good-bye!<img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412699282984736450" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtqfbOpuSTjxrPIimyzho4cXzZSV_5UFLV22v60Eu7A1OtUqWqo0JAEk_NuG4u9Pf5GkIJg1LRTyElgYOBHnHy0w_JLm4koRr-Obth0mGtD2n-vsisyxuRXU8J_Wx74Ek2yPYmnMxJgrbf/s400/IMG_7318.JPG" border="0" /><br />Our next adventure was spending 8 hours in a minibus to Semuc Champey!<br /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412700072060433522" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOVebcMjWj2XaPS71KnJ7bsarAD7V9PU-Yh6l7FFjbZCxdWNISpL6rMKaZESfodGHWXthF5fFsx5aT1ceH5MGXGQL8Z_QbDvU5XjuN6PIlKeO9Ut6gnkwNZC8dYFhRG8q5ptNX8NA3ffHD/s400/IMG_7378.JPG" border="0" /><br />Here is Jessie by the river outside our hostel. We met Nichola Cagey and Travis there and they will have pictures of us swimming through the Las Marias caves with candles. Good times.<br /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412699592441827602" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDl7DN2MFSx0UD4iV2oFGIU6fCTmTfewwAgNuQRKj1PyJAUPcT2Wccpcm3wsb3z4_DOcj_cLesjBbyy62vON3kuH-Xm9WWYutVfrmEY1B5GN1jchtI5szzRybBXZIVkyOqJsBOugLnlwS_/s400/IMG_7364.JPG" border="0" />There were a little troop of cutter ants outside our dorm, they were hard at work!<img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412701409866900258" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2rVD42FgyLkrm87Emuu2W83Mzgp5ZDJTSjfTLSS6C8UiSzvUcRsyWN3N0HQV5qBXlLQ3Y1_83jKcvR1f7V_aYZHY4kpFCCCgVbmaTaoRwuCNZp6OE_VeatAGTrHO0tdIAJYG9LLeGkMON/s400/IMG_7392.JPG" border="0" />This is the Traditional Breakfast, eggs and beans, tortilla and fried plantains! Yummy!<img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412700466289921490" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ4KcsA9DS2TutJc0JhOszq7fDYPxUm0n_SdGsw-oQ17JciGPDbOwF4Z1iXhroThHFMLvY_IGAFL8_G5PKTsplI9IThjD5JVG2PqxbGLIpYavddo_bQe7YnvzzEcqwfeAPFqtwbRSDmhgg/s400/IMG_7394.JPG" border="0" />We bought quite a few of these rounds of homemade chocolate from the little kids outside our hostel. They came in cinnamon, anis, cardamon and vanilla. <img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412704028953913378" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyV4ccHHvSrfbT45R9UsiBAXJjJN_fjW63mMBnDVM-QYwbqQqcRvTPjpwfRzTtwaeumL8z30j402LYv0wlIwi6ycQKwl80czIfgMiQYcWQFTo8-U6ZLflWXrYqKdwf_BDsVgBb6BiGyzoP/s400/IMG_7707.JPG" border="0" />When we got to Antigua we hiked up Pacaya, one of the 3 active volcanoes near town.<img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412704384649879634" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh61K_4mplJ_zXfzy6bG2Ga8ZcAxsDAqRatDhBJK3CWcGwBOiYJp49LbHmaQ-aqHtCLDj1D3t1AE441eN0oR7nE-8kfuaJfzDSkUBblpz_qM8cq5HAgU5F6dGXQp4hhsw_abSgIl7kMFufD/s400/IMG_7747.JPG" border="0" />This is us with a river of lava! We also roasted a marshmellow over the hot lava!<img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412703617785251602" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTYiYolEENN5k1qQgOsz1yK40zLfSPnMoLuIWvQ-YF2DxV9cTH5WZWqNhePBqhyphenhyphentOmgBQ3YJqoBlKGFtiA5Pzh1NRanWE8ZmpvrPMV47Bk591-Y94FyLHQLEvuBp_r8GAbEW-j_FOQ0B-0/s400/IMG_7692.JPG" border="0" />In Antigua´s Central Park there is my favorite fountain, Our Lady of Perpetual Lactation.<img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412703159134966018" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwcFWwwqgQvISHskerp3U8eUR0HwBZii_hK9-pVjEKkg8FkHuPE313BbqRwqYDzL17_olEVWz19ZgexdB4SqsAfgd4hc89gJSEHxk13sv3AMF-lOp2bby_CsDhTzkvtwtgL7l2guL7kkUQ/s400/IMG_7677.JPG" border="0" />The Chicken buses were all decked out with chrome and spinner hubcaps. <img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412702775513828146" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj23h0p84McQQWU8Yrxn1DqSYn9-_2OqqV6s9rGRb38qneJkAIg3T2lU2PjhpUH4jhZu8rrkc3VvLFiILnncKMEviCXsV7WPhUoVshwYcAAAFuAUhFX7LuNkK_ZbPZLkyPfvNQs_NXEuCm0/s400/IMG_7619.JPG" border="0" />There was a live nativity scene complete with wisemen on horseback and a live baby Jesus.<img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412702375776069602" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgSEQTk6nNQevd0bbnCO52LP2OmPfL_oXV6KfAutQFwg2S8S40qcadGst6xc-wpmDjqD2kReXm7cgwDupOjNa16Cptk3envdaI62uw9-_gm845tU8cl49CSMluqz_Gk1Begw_ZfCcJE4TX/s400/IMG_7565.JPG" border="0" />There are so many gorgeous Spanish-style churches! Many are in ruins from the earthquakes.<img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 224px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412701902938836994" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLJT0lBf2MZS0BuL5bdCYueRm4Af_yuTguSMdv-FkXVsD3t_AfNUfh4VpO15ff5vWBrenMataJrmOSUysx5ULBxYfTDCqpNUlT7m15dFASyfYf0jSqEi_FQgcIJIoTcbFUy9CgeqqtT2WK/s400/IMG_7549.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div>We randomly became part of a parade of kids dressed up like old people dancing through town.<img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412705187708320466" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0Ufi0e_lMXUeb3c53wffHzgyTel1ehEGhmpH3C4ouv8ggSnC7ik0XSinpoMlw_AO1gGIU1QAivXhX13LNfxuZpxbgg6uYngYYEoxG4yCfyxAPtTioDndkZ4YHNinJ_WwwRR1oa7O0Eo2m/s400/IMG_7822.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>This is the ruin of Saint Hermano Pedro´s home church, he died in 1667 and was given sainthood by John Paul II in 2002 for his healing work. He is always pictured with a bell.<br /><br /></div><div> </div><div>It´s Monday night and we´re mostly packed up and ready to head to the airport in the morning. We´ll be sure to post our favorite pictures when we get home ! Thanks for joining us on our trip.</div><div> </div><br /><div> <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Adrienne</span> and <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Jessie</span></span><br /></div>Jessie & Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09646311131300242119noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668260670225563355.post-59775505201636042362009-12-07T14:47:00.010-07:002009-12-07T15:52:23.583-07:00It's 4am @ Tikal or How Jessie made friends with a Tarantula.<div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdj2mjJ_oDulnF7-8MgxzKU3PbaRhABqo5Zxm1H5gbfpdlKlnCo6pD6wfax4VcGS9U-AFNlq8gNGwc2hNgfHc3OghCQ7t4w0V5M8V1LydWFMT4epKhoOjr8not6OWndudM3Z3XGcitAD9j/s1600-h/IMG_6981.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412622258016124018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdj2mjJ_oDulnF7-8MgxzKU3PbaRhABqo5Zxm1H5gbfpdlKlnCo6pD6wfax4VcGS9U-AFNlq8gNGwc2hNgfHc3OghCQ7t4w0V5M8V1LydWFMT4epKhoOjr8not6OWndudM3Z3XGcitAD9j/s400/IMG_6981.JPG" border="0" /></a> The view from Flores.</div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center">We crossed the border on foot and were welcomed into Guatemala by the falling ash of burnt trash falling from the sky. And all of a sudden we didn't know how to talk to anyone! Luckily, that was last week and now our memories of Guatemala are much more fond. And our Spanish has improved, a bit. We caught a minibus to Flores, about 2.5 hrs from the border, a cute little town on an island. We arrived at night, found a place to stay and didn't make plans for the morning because I was still feeling a bit under the weather. </div><div align="center"> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412623130474533378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhueABx93d7f-bZ_qB_-_62QlR8FXY47zyiaidPdMDbMYdDdXqHmtVK7Ki05BEJrNVcj2Mtdz_-2l0RxgrmTGE6fRPYetG37NaHmDVjR7F7S2v_nkTOGykHLOLQfJKE6cKyTGqHQwXeNH6w/s400/IMG_6994.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"> This is the orange lady who peels Jessie's fruit just the way she like it- for $.25!<br /><br /></p>We should have known that we couldn't stay till too long. By lunch we had gotten antsy and decided to head off for Tikal, 1 hr shuttle ride from Flores.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><u><span style="color:#0000ff;"></span></u><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgymzd9YkbJVFof3iQ6ge1vCtdbpu10ky0bNxRVVkbvroKKatBDNMMj0XtUaM7kKtTMKeEXu7Gxo7JZpdI5wH0BUUPdEDK1JqYEkDUvmiK-Nu5oA7435hYz2IOekt5C88H5LOc6PG10Rsrr/s1600-h/IMG_1082.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412616928226298018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgymzd9YkbJVFof3iQ6ge1vCtdbpu10ky0bNxRVVkbvroKKatBDNMMj0XtUaM7kKtTMKeEXu7Gxo7JZpdI5wH0BUUPdEDK1JqYEkDUvmiK-Nu5oA7435hYz2IOekt5C88H5LOc6PG10Rsrr/s400/IMG_1082.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>Temple of the Jaguar, where they buried Lord Chocolate with 16kilos of Jade jewelry.<br /><br />We rented a tent with an air mattress for $10 each and dashed off into the park to see what we could see before it closed at 6pm. We found our way to the central plaza and climbed up the wooden staircase (you can't climb any of the temples now) to watch the full moon rising over the Jaguar temple. The only other person there was Fransisco, the night guard. For the past 12 years he has worked the 6pm-6am shift with 2 other guards. His English was as poor as our Spanish, but when he kept telling us we had lots of time, don't leave yet- we relaxed an enjoyed the moonlight. Then when we should have been leaving, he motioned for us to follow him to Temple 4- the largest temple in Tikal.</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412617507762349250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN1x2Q8qPav2Zl_KBUNl7qZQpgULq_5WW75FuzWr9U34KTJOMRiBp0BvPkmbIB5bnCtqg3qTr3vgIpuNF36HdJgsmkITwCGUJdGcQKdx7Q9dXV9j5s2QO18OHlJIe-CqeqApZRGAN89wA1/s400/IMG_0957.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br />Our new guard friend took us up to the top of Temple 4, where we met Jerry and Mitchell from San Franciso. It was just the 5 of us, on top of this bazillion-year-old temple, watching the full moon rise. Whew. Amazing stuff. We headed back to our tent and were getting ready to go to bed without supper when our California gentlemen showed up and demanded we join them for dinner, their treat! We couldn't turn them down and had a lovely time chatting about their birding and our travels. They were lovely! Off to bed now zzzz.....<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412625649223817218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1mcnf2RknL-2FHzcGRDy1P9QVyXw0YjCpvgxcEDiK7otC-w-gsooHOUTYMQcy7HJaG6r4bmbEA4mStfNV2zCaBaf0jTQeuvySmr6ta9PIqiP2jvdtdIpLyGGOQ7hyphenhyphenf0zjkDvFr1jp0lNN/s400/IMG_7089.JPG" border="0" /><br />The next morning at 4am we joined our guide Reuben and 2 other couples for our Sunrise Tour of Tikal. We headed off at a fast clip, walking through the dark jungle. Reuben neglected to mention that Howler monkeys sound like growling jaguars and I about wet myself when they started staking out their territories on either side of us! By 4:30am we were sitting on top of Temple 4 and watched the fog roll out and by 6:15am the sun was blasting out of the horizon. We saw Toucans in the tops of trees and heard the Howler monkeys from a safe distance. By 7:15 it was too hot to sit in the direct sunlight and we headed down to explore the other temples.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412627549543153890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk-T_Wy9GzkH0vsDNr7-RcvbclEY2a_PTmT9JvBUh-STgQ6uMdA6zHsvasUhuU4UsLd3g7SHs_jusIgO3jJdGTMDorDJtV0Kh4rQM61FYly7HWs6Rn496gxC4j13aSR_hoU0mj-QNlHMQp/s400/IMG_7146.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br />Reuben kept sticking a long piece of grass into little holes in the ground as we walked along and he teased out a few Tarantulas! This one was a young female and she liked Jessie and didn't want to get off her arm. They can bite but Reuben says it doesn't hurt too bad. :)<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412629073925990194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivXzV3I8yClswJVaHkLbIGCYiW-_NrdVhnVaadyx-3QioCY0TVYoqq4-iyX2EUr8OAuohPrrMPpN898ZKOxMGjdEjy9k6xfXC7FSmoui5U88lI3FgMDyUq_bFdnPpv89m7L5Q9FL_xTYw9/s400/IMG_7201.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br />We enjoyed the architecture and learned lots about the way they kept track of time with the shadows of the temples and whatnot. Reuben's take on the world ending in 2012 is this: Mayans believe in cycles. Every ending is the beginning of a new cycle. So the calendar they made finishes a cycle in 2012 and on when the rest of the world calls the next day Dec. 22nd 2012, the Mayans will call it Day One of the next cycle. Speaking of which, Jessie and I are off for our next little adventure!Jessie & Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09646311131300242119noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668260670225563355.post-20091207356289573882009-11-30T11:28:00.012-07:002009-11-30T12:09:30.487-07:00Cave of the Stone Tomb<div align="left">Adrienne, Carol, Eric, Whitney, Leslie and I shared a taxi from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Dangriga</span> where the boat dropped us off to San Ignacio near the boarder of Guatemala($35pp). </div><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><div align="left">San I<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">gnacio</span> is cramped hilly town. It is low tourist season so we got hassled quite a bit but we found a get place to sign up for a cave tour. <a href="http://www.mayawalk.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Mayawalk</span></a> was so great. Owned by locals that have been doing tours for a long time. Many of the other places are owned my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">foreigners</span>. Our guide, Martin was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">incredible</span>.</div><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409975077897108338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpPSGGF0Obu1q83SGrTSCWZD3y4SvG2YZ55VJLoexy7y6y-zRXCdx97znGIaoGArFHHMdZsHcdqG39rk5gHqiOQfo-8KgZaIUBHLM3x8JlhQi8cn1vsEzNSTFxXRUGbZmqz1tUceUYUaDW/s400/IMG_0514.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><em>Martin<br /></em><br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409967363562247666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9qsBeLCSOxak5UvJYclDxV1ISGJ3kZYF7Wv80SQcAV5yjXQPCnbt8kVAzI6zioO5DPYv0QLRdSErU-tLpGUS0sxjJPpoP6eoMo1hdGYJBqQaMjALotyJDfzM9ddBDHZQNeFSycn5xuUlx/s400/IMG_0490.JPG" border="0" /><br />The tour starts with a 45min walk through the jungle with a few river crossings. Once we entered the cave and got away from the light he had us hold on to the person <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">in front</span> of us walk in complete darkness. Creepy.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409969269527333266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi91xVSpBN_7MYvK4jCZLgtbyB7cHeo29TtZ2LI4vzXB6k3eYwTzpu-9jP6M6jlj2jk-lz_nHKaWi9kL7xRLJfzt-NMXAFVXX0nqYi72ThnBuATUnivmqKQCBRoy6LrpEe5RjDp-2TNDm0m/s400/IMG_0546.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br />There were all sorts of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">stalactites</span>/mites and crystals in the rocks that made them sparkle in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">the</span> light of your headlamp.<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409973274008045138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhalh8LuFre0CZE55-uKwI83jvou9Nvtc2OToqXT1rSVxJIGTUnINPMzWVXRXbVdDom2yXas-fBtzWOSNx4qYMfr203858GKXKSO_UfnJdoWpEkbjdoCJT6uQij03ZdFZvhb6wdP5F46I_c/s400/IMG_0684.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409971898330217874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_lPuGal46fED4G0JfoCF-bsyoRsQD_FWS91QgeLcqE2fL75pCRR_HUwtOZqVdXLlwhQqNtrAlY0IRo-H7uvql0Gl2JtspIAQaHYJYPXiSbPrEaVVAA6e_dhSvcgYDyLiM7A-wdJtgDGJc/s400/IMG_0651.JPG" border="0" /><br />Martin had a spotlight and would shine it on things so we could take photos and sometimes the flash worked just fine too. There were entire pots and shards everywhere. Nothing was roped off so you had to be careful in the dark of where you stepped.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409970960104035074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwuX8zG23O6PdNf2B9apjIlE98UadJ9L8EpMwsLhd3dKeQ4dkC1NznScF-9vREs6x-G8SZ9P0jxjHq50KyI8wrgK47M2ancuA7KNA7TL-eYXdoZ6Nx7XZSIbdBeN0uXChA81ZWydk0biv5/s400/IMG_0642.JPG" border="0" /><br />We eventually came to the end of the cave tour (the actual cave kept going). We had walked a half mile into a mountain and were under 600ft of earth.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409972672995731154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8dd-PYaoZSo8zz-SSh6hF2Ge_6tpAKva5smZCMdXAeXl59MQJETOt3UK1BkeepYN8QXuwXByN1VcxXndUzPJxkKw19RKhH5656skkdmzyr1-dHILdpnjq-UnWtoFofRo9rrfXzYrCel4S/s400/IMG_0667.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><p>The cave was used for human sacrifices to the gods. The remains of several individuals are strewn about, again with no barriers. You can plainly see the bashed in areas of the sculls and lots of excavation has gone on so there is quite a bit of knowledge. </p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409974426564752850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPNYBPpLiwGTmhg9SJYyVEkQaGs1KMO4c2n3AlUgBE65W9Eoo8-f6n6qA8oqsTzFjuBQ1SS8XUeEK1DiUG8axTqkOHiSYuBu3hb9ybpjucvbzYURmVMse3P63tu1pVYx3LoYlcnPC0qnH-/s400/IMG_0703.JPG" border="0" />Jessie & Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09646311131300242119noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668260670225563355.post-76531105845308112932009-11-25T16:52:00.011-07:002009-11-30T11:28:33.799-07:00Change of Plans<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0kJRzFiH7QLpa_chiKlvoh5p4QauAewtD3K-TxEem_-LUaVJrwiXe-vQf45BFfJxwcmFRc-HDumDJo-X0tRCLIIgMKo5EqhtK90LKRg_XOv84MxM5Zs3_le-H55tSZuowF9Q61gCsHBE5/s1600/IMG_0208.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409960642131013554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0kJRzFiH7QLpa_chiKlvoh5p4QauAewtD3K-TxEem_-LUaVJrwiXe-vQf45BFfJxwcmFRc-HDumDJo-X0tRCLIIgMKo5EqhtK90LKRg_XOv84MxM5Zs3_le-H55tSZuowF9Q61gCsHBE5/s400/IMG_0208.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />We took a 20ft skiff for 2.5 hours out to the atoll. We were smushed in with all the supplies for the island. I absolutely enjoyed the boat ride. The one home was even better due to choppy seas. Adrienne disagrees...she does not have a water horoscope sign.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmJVDenWnN463shRXiwCUsKIfmpLhuCcOLxSuDh8hpHQFqk3bi2DVAR3CyY62wcFLYlhtR8CQ-_QxuFZ1ZCbFK-7kvmG9SnE3_7tK0zySLM7zZ6ZEM2MGG3Jy0pecso2JKHW1a7yWGTJ0f/s1600/IMG_0224.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409957902163299778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmJVDenWnN463shRXiwCUsKIfmpLhuCcOLxSuDh8hpHQFqk3bi2DVAR3CyY62wcFLYlhtR8CQ-_QxuFZ1ZCbFK-7kvmG9SnE3_7tK0zySLM7zZ6ZEM2MGG3Jy0pecso2JKHW1a7yWGTJ0f/s400/IMG_0224.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="left">Adrienne and I ended up on a Caribbean island with 6 other people...oops. We signed up for an entire week at <a href="http://www.glovers.com.bz/">Glover's Atoll</a>. It is a tiny island very far from the main land that a family owns. It is not a resort. We brought all our own food for the week. We can sign up for snorkeling, scuba, fishing, kayaking, meals....the works. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409959302197473842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrLbzbRLHpbfvt_7HFgldSg6VUTo1ZWfL46LHsVIrpXgH1ROibyqL1iCuK-H9cYm99sTyiIO02Hv6cE1OLsq1YFk6qYy6UC8Ato_KZkT9NHW_jfJRBbJwSx19bOCSvcRoaF4OjhzdbqwCp/s400/IMG_0287.JPG" border="0" /><em>Adrienne scuba diving</em></div><br /><br /><div align="left">They use rain water and have composting toilets. We cook with butane.</div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409958521893678306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMJZAY9veOr6ES070GhwN2pyiEmDsLK5OBMeYB00xDHHbd-Kkw9bkwGR-Yqqj8sWHjuJ8zCB3bgiP5C6vkSEm4ODoDycI2ejTrjtGC5qWsGEoDQDkzZDLOWEn-IWF7U-SQ0xHPryegoB6x/s400/IMG_0318.JPG" border="0" /><em>Conch Shell faucet</em><br /><br /><br /><div align="left">We have been snorkeling 3 times a day, everyday. Adrienne had been scuba diving. She is currently on a night dive. We have been hanging out with Carol and Erik (our surrogate parents from Alaska). Carol, Erik and I went deep sea fishing and caught dinner. It took both Carol and I to reel up 700ft of line with a few fish on it. </div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409962192174074802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8N7EcGqDf75hmcpaZjRmCetzpzuEMohiBzKIRehLrHofhMkO1_wlqS5j8CZF7h0JOpP9KkUVdRG-fm3k2-7zeJ_cpGlf01U7Fbry0ceDrNzE2eS6x-X2iEX93szUKftS_F1w6HfgcrlCl/s400/IMG_0258.JPG" border="0" /><em>The shallow waters inside the atoll with our stormy skies.</em><br /></div><div align="left">While Fishing we saw a water spout (very far away) which is a tornado on the water...very neat.</div><div align="left"><br /> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409963726633637922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge21nHsOWkm3ivFzwWls9CVrOCCZm4VJVYgNm3ykSeSEOfwLw67JXl5-ub16UGppqKEQ4Ox57ShYbMULVednUwAsfrGwRUze_I7lQRL23TZoo69kcx4f0k57cZdIEDtqCprcYez8r3vU7b/s400/IMG_0248.JPG" border="0" /><br />This Eric and Carol (Warren the 17yr old son of the family who owns the island in the back) and some of the Snapper we caught for dinner. Eric and Carol whipped up some delicious curry & rice dish for us.<br /><br /><p><br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409961694398103266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGlgWVOxgMfsOPrqO1rR3HAxyjJNP_QCvmOIpkd0VyIQbtkTYJ5QKwlPXE5Fa6plmeozVdkJAPt1b3cdD9h7l49w3bCFkxMuAfA7gPI7bjy1OPtxUhEpx0QxjRKeMtN8-EInRBnzDDAjs_/s400/IMG_0401.JPG" border="0" />It got rainy and cloudy the last 2 days of our stay so we found other ways to entertain ourselves. That is as high up the tree I got, Moguli makes it looks so easy.<br /></p><p>It was a Sunday to Sunday adventure on the island and then we are headed west towards the boarder of Guatemala.<br /><br /><br /></p>Jessie & Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09646311131300242119noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668260670225563355.post-72311163520154595542009-11-19T18:57:00.008-07:002009-11-19T19:51:11.721-07:00Settlement Day Festivities:Wednesday night the drumming started at dusk. Since the 19th was a national holiday and no one had to work, they got started partying early. Dangriga had a great vibe - since everyone was on holiday- not just us! Everyone says hello and smiles and we end up sitting on the curb watching people dance in the street before we wander on. It gets dark at 5:30pm here too! It seems unfair to have so little light in the tropics, but it is keeping me (Adrienne) from burning into a crisp. (Jessie has year-round Chaco tan-lines and a Vitamin D deficiency, so she's loving the sun.)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzd5ERVzKWhMbee9LqCUdeA5QcZa5ZlE4sJLj2WwrEn9CxLRoVW8W0vE7cRbXgOsagQ9BPdFXfFuHngUZCOUiuhoXKsp9iC0YVeSQB1YF39PPK-0HW_uHT9hgfIEoi_wjNdUFXkg473bJI/s1600/IMG_0053.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzd5ERVzKWhMbee9LqCUdeA5QcZa5ZlE4sJLj2WwrEn9CxLRoVW8W0vE7cRbXgOsagQ9BPdFXfFuHngUZCOUiuhoXKsp9iC0YVeSQB1YF39PPK-0HW_uHT9hgfIEoi_wjNdUFXkg473bJI/s400/IMG_0053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406009739903358034" border="0" /></a><br />The locals kept insisting that we wouldn't be needing our beds that night because the party goes on until sunrise. Jessie, Abby, Janelle (our new friends from Bend, Or) and I took a taxi out to Malibu beach and waited for the band to get started...at 11:30pm- no wonder the party goes until dawn. We played cards on the beach (Abby wins!) watched 'Diamond' drum, then headed back into town. The streets were still busy with drunken festivities as Jessie and I headed back to Val's. We'd had enough Punta Rock (rap/reggae mix music and or lifestyle) for the night and the drumming outside our hostel would signal the beginning of Settlement day at sunrise.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4ezRAO1n1L0Rz9-Vlk1mNtIejd-xAKQTKQWiTIIMNTOQ6GyADbQja6056fINYXJ40OVB3WhWK0CxwTHOfCWdEFadglPpT2hhtLQSXNxt97MF3j9QkmNfLFrwrPjw8NRdyeoX3Wh1-vUB-/s1600/IMG_0048.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4ezRAO1n1L0Rz9-Vlk1mNtIejd-xAKQTKQWiTIIMNTOQ6GyADbQja6056fINYXJ40OVB3WhWK0CxwTHOfCWdEFadglPpT2hhtLQSXNxt97MF3j9QkmNfLFrwrPjw8NRdyeoX3Wh1-vUB-/s400/IMG_0048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406001581090484578" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">HAPPY 19!!!</span><br /><br /></div>We woke up at 8am and realized that the first great thing about Settlement day was that they don't start the boat-landing ceremony right outside our hostel! Nice. We got some yummy scrambled eggs and Journey Cakes and stumbled across our new friend CJ who works at a stock photo/ web design company. He was the only float in line for the 10:00 parade... it was 10:30. We wandered down to the closed and possibly abandoned Garifuna museum then back to the parade. On the way we discovered that a bike race occured.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKejYYn02CHpoZxg7allV7VIAyzyjAJds8fMDFmnKY-xh0tq0lDpU860LJmSG72Ep2G6syTdZ8mIrF7phQvKZnHbMZrT4Mceib6JspHyVYgwI3SzbpAVXPNVqQ95IlaTRamgnKd825Dr2R/s1600/IMG_0067.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKejYYn02CHpoZxg7allV7VIAyzyjAJds8fMDFmnKY-xh0tq0lDpU860LJmSG72Ep2G6syTdZ8mIrF7phQvKZnHbMZrT4Mceib6JspHyVYgwI3SzbpAVXPNVqQ95IlaTRamgnKd825Dr2R/s400/IMG_0067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406002430029798242" border="0" /></a><br /> At around 11:30 the 10 o'clock parade was under way. We made our way to the beginning of the parade so we did not miss anything.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizYehoKL9jceiDsD-MaU51-cJEs08JE_ItchR0MNYBpRxsFICd6hmfHYaAVJYWKmBL4vTqer1KdUmxIMP-4PnmqBonCFIaBKzlQveADMKkqz1eFjkMpa6443LQOFLOoHO8pgoLiIaTsbJc/s1600/IMG_6057.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizYehoKL9jceiDsD-MaU51-cJEs08JE_ItchR0MNYBpRxsFICd6hmfHYaAVJYWKmBL4vTqer1KdUmxIMP-4PnmqBonCFIaBKzlQveADMKkqz1eFjkMpa6443LQOFLOoHO8pgoLiIaTsbJc/s400/IMG_6057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406007349999176098" border="0" /></a><br />Jessie's favorite part was the Chinese float. They had firecrackers, gongs and these fancy dancing dragons.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMKpirejdspxrt6kwBOmoBEEGvOBQ5xce0TPgB-7ueoe7pDP6Eb6rxC3F7Py6H7om3KkoSfyJQzBGSImgbT2PhrQVJvM-WrHNI2Hz-_uRQvxLhU5oxO889rlhPfpa5jAxDISnb5RGRzOkA/s1600/IMG_0087.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMKpirejdspxrt6kwBOmoBEEGvOBQ5xce0TPgB-7ueoe7pDP6Eb6rxC3F7Py6H7om3KkoSfyJQzBGSImgbT2PhrQVJvM-WrHNI2Hz-_uRQvxLhU5oxO889rlhPfpa5jAxDISnb5RGRzOkA/s400/IMG_0087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406009730035716898" border="0" /></a><br />The parade concluded with a Punta Rock float sponsored by Western Union. The entire town followed this last float in a huge loop dancing all the way. We did our best to keep up but they teach these kids young how to shake their money maker.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyU49b2WzUlo7ltLeUhYKVqC56DQc8y1MFIKq7tC4S7Yrjajw519T__77ut8OdAFP-E_uXcXnbxMClHz0QHcMZM_C7GG28Z9V7rHI7v4SN5onCAr366H11hCkYKdtuBB8gIGKYm4CdrYEf/s1600/IMG_6101.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyU49b2WzUlo7ltLeUhYKVqC56DQc8y1MFIKq7tC4S7Yrjajw519T__77ut8OdAFP-E_uXcXnbxMClHz0QHcMZM_C7GG28Z9V7rHI7v4SN5onCAr366H11hCkYKdtuBB8gIGKYm4CdrYEf/s400/IMG_6101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406007352093588690" border="0" /></a>Jessie & Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09646311131300242119noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668260670225563355.post-17643283523525895402009-11-18T15:04:00.005-07:002009-11-18T15:18:12.557-07:00Viva Belize - Day 1.5<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb-H7_ySOZCK_Qiml2pdCeND0pGY3wNXwGIErr1GfppBs6_Q-rRfWglkJ9eYbm2ByIPjYG2EvvQhX6o_QRZTuBrh9tLQBkK-xD-MSEQ_GHprVdauAYrNESamzr32y64wH93IfNeRaQp6Z6/s1600/IMG_5964.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb-H7_ySOZCK_Qiml2pdCeND0pGY3wNXwGIErr1GfppBs6_Q-rRfWglkJ9eYbm2ByIPjYG2EvvQhX6o_QRZTuBrh9tLQBkK-xD-MSEQ_GHprVdauAYrNESamzr32y64wH93IfNeRaQp6Z6/s400/IMG_5964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405568505756282530" border="0" /></a><br />Adrienne and I Reached Belize City @ 4pm yesterday and found a ride to the bus station. We took the 5:15pm bus to Dangriga on an old USA school bus for 2 hours. Upon arrival in Dangriga we found Val's and signed up for bunk beds for 2 nights ($44us).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKzCphYDYXX8wySGoKgbjhvuFWOnLgwAYQenHzS-_gFx7VkJzqwtHL4hdcwOwMH-rFh1Y5jp0CmCXl4Qzp8A-2d3EGxamEBWOn9oYK8_f09Ufz_FhXN448oUkxVYHqGdHx5clOeorOwhzr/s1600/IMG_5955.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKzCphYDYXX8wySGoKgbjhvuFWOnLgwAYQenHzS-_gFx7VkJzqwtHL4hdcwOwMH-rFh1Y5jp0CmCXl4Qzp8A-2d3EGxamEBWOn9oYK8_f09Ufz_FhXN448oUkxVYHqGdHx5clOeorOwhzr/s400/IMG_5955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405571272153502946" border="0" /></a><br />Garifuna Settlement Day is the 19th and the celebration is really just a 3 day party. We made it just in time.<br /><br />Next stop after this is Tobacco Caye for some snorkeling and ocean time while we recover from the Settlement Day festivities.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsWQ2_22WU0jvXEX1hXhWLoxNR3jbSs3ujhkAJchr8D_tx91BM3UtGCnn0hVWd9rByKsfaqiq86NK5NAumrUAwTQ4hMqb7647I5EHx5ovtKP_F9tVEYUD0m_hZOVDDdc7blWS4yeThHfBb/s1600/IMG_5948.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsWQ2_22WU0jvXEX1hXhWLoxNR3jbSs3ujhkAJchr8D_tx91BM3UtGCnn0hVWd9rByKsfaqiq86NK5NAumrUAwTQ4hMqb7647I5EHx5ovtKP_F9tVEYUD0m_hZOVDDdc7blWS4yeThHfBb/s400/IMG_5948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405571266221932082" border="0" /></a><br />We have eaten some good seafood already and expect more to come. -Red SnapperJessie & Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09646311131300242119noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668260670225563355.post-12278339204461304962009-11-11T13:17:00.003-07:002009-11-11T14:27:22.135-07:00Sisterly SoireeMy big sister Adrienne and I have a 3 week trip planned to Belize and Guatemala. We leave in a week!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg13nIo48PE5djZV_KUo1Cu2_-kvfOgjcHdtv2BMpabN3TOx7u3ymhYqWwU_s4VrjGL924X8OWPmm67UC7vn7N1VZrN2Ijeztb1Ik4Lgg6lZbm0mauAbpU_cO2XsTsMd3xA4jRXEiW0DEfs/s1600-h/Belize_-_Blue_Hole.289130339_std.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg13nIo48PE5djZV_KUo1Cu2_-kvfOgjcHdtv2BMpabN3TOx7u3ymhYqWwU_s4VrjGL924X8OWPmm67UC7vn7N1VZrN2Ijeztb1Ik4Lgg6lZbm0mauAbpU_cO2XsTsMd3xA4jRXEiW0DEfs/s400/Belize_-_Blue_Hole.289130339_std.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402948819598726050" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Blue Hole - Belize</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Belize is first. Beach, snorkel, swim, sand and maybe some rum. Belize is known for it's caves and jaguars, both of which are on our "to do" list.<br /><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSkJlNUwMNuQpe5YJwLZ5fN8Hd9L8xEKtQ2ZaKdTgyd4c99nsuCUlQf0bkUjXaMuuj7PFAIfVcvQEXiJF5Ysok6jLHPnPpkrg4wktw_N064RA2zIx7bVhe9mvqwSwb9wOYp_FXlcmgp3o1/s1600-h/belize-Sibun-Morpho+Falls.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 337px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSkJlNUwMNuQpe5YJwLZ5fN8Hd9L8xEKtQ2ZaKdTgyd4c99nsuCUlQf0bkUjXaMuuj7PFAIfVcvQEXiJF5Ysok6jLHPnPpkrg4wktw_N064RA2zIx7bVhe9mvqwSwb9wOYp_FXlcmgp3o1/s400/belize-Sibun-Morpho+Falls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402948812143260098" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Belize</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Guatemala is known for it's volcanoes and brightly colored woven textiles. </span><br /></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXJ3mE4bPsHXaC92JYDPwZznU_h0TqvopOvSVXLbuBTWiqZfnzoaVzvZHesCELDHH9IQD4SuPWsvdtKNO64J46Ef4llOw8Jmhfiwl3SdlZxz7RMKbwqC1sUQyLQtVMFiheJYCsDuI7ANrf/s1600-h/acatenango1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXJ3mE4bPsHXaC92JYDPwZznU_h0TqvopOvSVXLbuBTWiqZfnzoaVzvZHesCELDHH9IQD4SuPWsvdtKNO64J46Ef4llOw8Jmhfiwl3SdlZxz7RMKbwqC1sUQyLQtVMFiheJYCsDuI7ANrf/s400/acatenango1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402948806153500738" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Guatemala</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Tikal in northern Guatemala is famous for the mayan ruins.</span><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjePf8cSJXDzhyPzuwdmGFY0wYoGA01fGCTYKoRPu5E__k4bCCVRtLn060lPRZB23FYkd3GMXU_Xexsl07j_kb-Jx5DUNBxBfbGxXG5FCCgB8GG2rFWilPA-S_BR4LAlE0BL8odwtApoR16/s1600-h/tb_tikal_guatemala.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjePf8cSJXDzhyPzuwdmGFY0wYoGA01fGCTYKoRPu5E__k4bCCVRtLn060lPRZB23FYkd3GMXU_Xexsl07j_kb-Jx5DUNBxBfbGxXG5FCCgB8GG2rFWilPA-S_BR4LAlE0BL8odwtApoR16/s400/tb_tikal_guatemala.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402948802559422434" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Tikal - Guatemala</span><br /><br /></div>We are still working out an itinerary. We are starting in Belize and working our way to Antigua, Gua where we fly home from. We plan to do the budget tourist trail of things : ruins, snorkel, volcano, cave tubing, jaguar reserve....<br /><br />If anyone has any suggestions please share.<br /><br />Adrienne and I will update the blog as we go when we get the chance.Jessie & Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09646311131300242119noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668260670225563355.post-10373966849653153672009-10-28T15:49:00.008-06:002009-10-28T18:19:53.137-06:00Big News & Big-ish NewsRon and I both have exciting Beaver Creek bus driving news. Not a lot goes on in the bus driving world that is all that exciting, but this is exciting for us.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIg6CtHv9Ex14HO4gKjAVC3FIrYngBBVzI8QO-n-SASQcK8Ywq01cowgAxAKk-tyZQzPkvi3ghFiF3MkfUkzBUmFQmB0vl5SR4ieGIOMPG7tRadswClQ14kRCh6x21OZ-EmGdV8qxbDpKV/s1600-h/village_Jack+Affleck.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIg6CtHv9Ex14HO4gKjAVC3FIrYngBBVzI8QO-n-SASQcK8Ywq01cowgAxAKk-tyZQzPkvi3ghFiF3MkfUkzBUmFQmB0vl5SR4ieGIOMPG7tRadswClQ14kRCh6x21OZ-EmGdV8qxbDpKV/s400/village_Jack+Affleck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397801503311887730" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">Beaver Creek, Colorado</span><br /><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Ron got a promotion!</span></span> He is now one of the supervisors of the Beaver Creek bus system. Ron is responsible for teaching the new kids to drive buses, writing daily schedules, pulling out buses stuck in ditches and other general boss duties.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgigokpslQNjpbHSLYKeFAIOjiEWTEZxQ3GkzTb643-x6OVaI7evZ51uK2W3EZfOWXPmxxQf8y14kss5pBIpkjwNyZghUoawtyw7aOFD9Wbbl6P2XgO33pOV50pyTNP0nwKtlfHkakvseb/s1600-h/world_best_boss.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgigokpslQNjpbHSLYKeFAIOjiEWTEZxQ3GkzTb643-x6OVaI7evZ51uK2W3EZfOWXPmxxQf8y14kss5pBIpkjwNyZghUoawtyw7aOFD9Wbbl6P2XgO33pOV50pyTNP0nwKtlfHkakvseb/s400/world_best_boss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397785593783893218" border="0" /></a>My less exciting new is that I have graduated from driving this small "people mover" bus.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqE6dBxU6WZnp6SUvKJDMWvoNsjf4Tdba0f-qxYKZJcX8KkMDLEohOrU7Y7OKkWDre97awYwbrnyxIkQoUHI8E2tc8ha7ma3giIpS-Ns1HUrPTXGgVUGSB0auQNjYCrqs2EjpSdeDi2vgI/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqE6dBxU6WZnp6SUvKJDMWvoNsjf4Tdba0f-qxYKZJcX8KkMDLEohOrU7Y7OKkWDre97awYwbrnyxIkQoUHI8E2tc8ha7ma3giIpS-Ns1HUrPTXGgVUGSB0auQNjYCrqs2EjpSdeDi2vgI/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397788255756996066" border="0" /></a>I passed my CDL-B <span style="font-size:78%;">(commercial drivers License with Air Brakes)</span> test and now am qualified to drive these bigger buses. Woo-Hoo!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHVOd9XthQ2PBDZJCGAME3ZYsT3qPcgMNi_negG8GsIgv1aagcSCwtJFs0vhP0U8fkqoCtEXHjyVvOLaktMYiblJQDGceW4gLNOK4AyoUSo5PsfJBVCt7fw89dVxpqCvWanKBZUGE2Yi59/s1600-h/China-6-M-To-18-Meters-CNG-Bus-BRT-CNG-Bus.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 174px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHVOd9XthQ2PBDZJCGAME3ZYsT3qPcgMNi_negG8GsIgv1aagcSCwtJFs0vhP0U8fkqoCtEXHjyVvOLaktMYiblJQDGceW4gLNOK4AyoUSo5PsfJBVCt7fw89dVxpqCvWanKBZUGE2Yi59/s400/China-6-M-To-18-Meters-CNG-Bus-BRT-CNG-Bus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397782238296166738" border="0" /></a>We are both very proud. We celebrated by going to see....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9PSXJ198LNKeVXfUjcb-fCisey2Eug1_mqtoePzRcnmfd5Jk05oEsBOcni1PcINQNaZfTcchKR976dPO228pIN_0OoPmhJfS9q0ZYqdNCF2cqeKo9kKf_dk4nJQFLrz7n-FyN5ep5eBc8/s1600-h/images-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 110px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9PSXJ198LNKeVXfUjcb-fCisey2Eug1_mqtoePzRcnmfd5Jk05oEsBOcni1PcINQNaZfTcchKR976dPO228pIN_0OoPmhJfS9q0ZYqdNCF2cqeKo9kKf_dk4nJQFLrz7n-FyN5ep5eBc8/s400/images-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397807537656127826" border="0" /></a>The movie was amazing. The monsters didn't look like mascots at all...very realistic.Jessie & Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09646311131300242119noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668260670225563355.post-75762092145589335442009-10-12T21:04:00.007-06:002009-10-19T21:48:37.358-06:00Colorado Fall<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO7l9IQc0bBrGEnobdU_2MG6Q7FN5FL7yRKM0W4iESxbSDB02WVOMh4YLpfnWtMcmfXNym1WYrJLffubY0bRwp9P0w7DXZ9p5iAmiQKsSyk1o8Kv1UEzkj0IW2yNuuofC7lFhXLJHxPuUs/s1600-h/IMG_0095.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO7l9IQc0bBrGEnobdU_2MG6Q7FN5FL7yRKM0W4iESxbSDB02WVOMh4YLpfnWtMcmfXNym1WYrJLffubY0bRwp9P0w7DXZ9p5iAmiQKsSyk1o8Kv1UEzkj0IW2yNuuofC7lFhXLJHxPuUs/s400/IMG_0095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391919005628025026" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >I originally hail from Michigan where fall is an epic rage of color worthy of a tourist bureau.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" ><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Here in Colorado it is a few weeks of vibrant yellows signifying winter is very close.<br /><br /></span></span></span> <a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsq07AQUF0ALk7FkOtbIeT9NI1tnI9j7bBkW6lQHYM4VqvCJZW0OarvFW7TsiOdqVzUiqOG4leoN4wEmFTpElXCLzDISHgJyIsMMXgGX6bkILX9cAvIM3iiq68OqHHQXcgerVpf2XA7xOx/s1600-h/IMG_0060.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsq07AQUF0ALk7FkOtbIeT9NI1tnI9j7bBkW6lQHYM4VqvCJZW0OarvFW7TsiOdqVzUiqOG4leoN4wEmFTpElXCLzDISHgJyIsMMXgGX6bkILX9cAvIM3iiq68OqHHQXcgerVpf2XA7xOx/s400/IMG_0060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391918996211228690" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Most vacationers don't bother coming this time of year because it is too cold to golf and not cold enough to ski; which makes it very slow, almost becoming a ghost town.</span><br /><br /></span><a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvj2EJ9LLyu1cKi1WGQJsZGY8YKb1ZiR16cTlNhuLqf5XvQl1jYxx-vE05G9VmXc9iH3yCOvhZVD6CfyKCAT7t45a78p7RTkvqX4QPBxmXCijFKZ9rPOpGZwCenHfQOdQxLuOSf8WekO0P/s1600-h/IMG_0078.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvj2EJ9LLyu1cKi1WGQJsZGY8YKb1ZiR16cTlNhuLqf5XvQl1jYxx-vE05G9VmXc9iH3yCOvhZVD6CfyKCAT7t45a78p7RTkvqX4QPBxmXCijFKZ9rPOpGZwCenHfQOdQxLuOSf8WekO0P/s400/IMG_0078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391918792656473298" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Fall has been Ron and my favorite season since we have been doing the seasonal jobs.<br /><br /></span></span> </span><a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Rv9gy2RimO6x8klBJHi4Z-6DQzjYw6S2_pkfZZKXwcc5ODrx_q70c0eRQlzhTJhJlMpp1pNVoApg5L_ewAsjMRsqYsLFaPiRsWZegGebOVc3vtZm3B4Z_7uowIwsX1uS9C2lLJ-yTtFM/s1600-h/IMG_0090.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Rv9gy2RimO6x8klBJHi4Z-6DQzjYw6S2_pkfZZKXwcc5ODrx_q70c0eRQlzhTJhJlMpp1pNVoApg5L_ewAsjMRsqYsLFaPiRsWZegGebOVc3vtZm3B4Z_7uowIwsX1uS9C2lLJ-yTtFM/s400/IMG_0090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391918781659297362" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >We enjoy fall partially because yellow is prettier than white or brown, but mostly because it represents change. The changing of leaves, the changing of jobs, locations, situations.<br /><br /></span></span> <a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL129kQGE1_8_SJQg5Q0jwYKCVN8Gidr1_8KX2bq6CcHwDXn0r38lrqjBoX7rsAZV8l3DY_0Ad7Hu8Km2jRbb7XPHPFEeJ5ZXMcGfUqDcwBArEF_m8SkDOVQb501j_MuMPRCFYncvgU824/s1600-h/IMG_0099.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL129kQGE1_8_SJQg5Q0jwYKCVN8Gidr1_8KX2bq6CcHwDXn0r38lrqjBoX7rsAZV8l3DY_0Ad7Hu8Km2jRbb7XPHPFEeJ5ZXMcGfUqDcwBArEF_m8SkDOVQb501j_MuMPRCFYncvgU824/s400/IMG_0099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391918773728006818" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >The elk herds have been seen moving around the mountain. Porcupine, </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >red tailed hawks,</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > raccoons and fox walk around this time of year thankful for the lack of humans and reclaim their territory.<br /><br /></span></span> <a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6m53H02kUxZHTz3S_ddXQ9gCaEMb6oYhJkFKzJ-SW9uMhX3OG7-IghdBWwaUVYNOA_sRpLTc-dZuo9JCb0FYxnMjYmjK8aHz48U1VD8A9E_srpF481vl5W8VU7pCR5t-oZ8l9OnS7GYy7/s1600-h/IMG_0041.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6m53H02kUxZHTz3S_ddXQ9gCaEMb6oYhJkFKzJ-SW9uMhX3OG7-IghdBWwaUVYNOA_sRpLTc-dZuo9JCb0FYxnMjYmjK8aHz48U1VD8A9E_srpF481vl5W8VU7pCR5t-oZ8l9OnS7GYy7/s400/IMG_0041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391918758263557746" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >The black bears are still out fattening up. We have had a few get into trouble by breaking into homes and restaurants. They shot a mother and relocated her cubs. They still wander the streets up in Beaver Creek.<br /><br /></span></span> <a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD1bMrl7qwqCRaQqIVotunVg2OXVsST_pJAnwhG2RWOJwC25UYu1wFTnxF0QcHFgig7_oGHPDSwBo0GsPWiwXehn1mk0Q6TM3fee_03MGcJz_Rm5gqrqjn9vux7-5a2gGNTZLUR7cp2O-N/s1600-h/IMG_0038.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD1bMrl7qwqCRaQqIVotunVg2OXVsST_pJAnwhG2RWOJwC25UYu1wFTnxF0QcHFgig7_oGHPDSwBo0GsPWiwXehn1mk0Q6TM3fee_03MGcJz_Rm5gqrqjn9vux7-5a2gGNTZLUR7cp2O-N/s400/IMG_0038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391918758062764962" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >The grass up close is a riot of electric pinks and reds. From afar the grassy hills are a muted mauve.</span>Jessie & Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09646311131300242119noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668260670225563355.post-80852676865512692552009-10-12T20:34:00.006-06:002009-11-01T21:01:45.306-07:00Ivan the Terrible takes a nap...Jessie asked me to add captions to this post nearly three weeks ago. I have avoided it until now. Why you ask? Like an onion, that question has many layers and makes me cry. Jessie asked me to add the captions because I haven't been as engaged in the new blog as I was in the winter blog. I have avoided it because I am having a hard time adjusting from a blog about winter care taking at Many Glacier and all the unique and thoroughly awesome stuff that goes along with that to a blog post about my cat taking a nap.<br /><br />Don't get me wrong, I like the cat. He's cute and does fun cat stuff like getting hair all over my fleeces and clawing up the couch and knocking over breakable objects. I guess we can go ahead and add another layer to the onion I mentioned before...I have avoided this post because I'm afraid that it will make you think that Ivan is all about adorable naps in strange places. He is not. It's just hard to capture his alter ego on camera.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkdOcvI8nxscQIjW0jNezBm611sKCtHZlpKGC_IrEjoyWHyOSdIJ3g2VDzyXcxBaqVH-Bn4QB-f53dgoxUcNC6aGsWeuVqhfI23EqovJg3wcZgRhW20KgukoR1ZQfLxKkdEva0Z8JJaF2B/s1600-h/IMG_0222.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkdOcvI8nxscQIjW0jNezBm611sKCtHZlpKGC_IrEjoyWHyOSdIJ3g2VDzyXcxBaqVH-Bn4QB-f53dgoxUcNC6aGsWeuVqhfI23EqovJg3wcZgRhW20KgukoR1ZQfLxKkdEva0Z8JJaF2B/s400/IMG_0222.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399345848845781602" border="0" /></a><br />The calm before the adorable storm.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-I3MImhIZIr2iyNvIuYAydPXPk3LXEs8szXEAge86-tld_pA8hgPNit-XwyPmZx6QOS1Vh9NpXenhtC35vtH8Sr-TsRgoP7L0QMXkiYnqhVOT7pg1B8RX97M7EUVEYLdBy73jfCYbfaec/s1600-h/IMG_0217.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-I3MImhIZIr2iyNvIuYAydPXPk3LXEs8szXEAge86-tld_pA8hgPNit-XwyPmZx6QOS1Vh9NpXenhtC35vtH8Sr-TsRgoP7L0QMXkiYnqhVOT7pg1B8RX97M7EUVEYLdBy73jfCYbfaec/s400/IMG_0217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399345841447867122" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Most days, I hope he doesn't stick his paw in the outlet.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaMAOWpkePEs9btZ7KhVKCLEatrCJvFYHs4MpcD2xrYbkNN3M6pWE-QffXm70mlJHHnnBaxpm2VzQwjFYSFdLWJl_c8lNLS4pgWbxGlZi2F-U9iVbH4ZKtmMSzcIc2cwcYVgwjL8jmYS-f/s1600-h/IMG_0215.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaMAOWpkePEs9btZ7KhVKCLEatrCJvFYHs4MpcD2xrYbkNN3M6pWE-QffXm70mlJHHnnBaxpm2VzQwjFYSFdLWJl_c8lNLS4pgWbxGlZi2F-U9iVbH4ZKtmMSzcIc2cwcYVgwjL8jmYS-f/s400/IMG_0215.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399345625881186994" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Probably hiding after doing something he shouldn't have.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdu4wCugzIs1_eCyFU51mmeVwiOA9i-wK8cknU4DlVGoC2vKOzdzHtLcZgG2FiW5BjIkAOYd0RlhS9UJmi86c3cx8rbhULzIrcb40qat93Qi0hCuc7kQFHR5musEHWxyTwc9VuWLscFhGU/s1600-h/IMG_0005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdu4wCugzIs1_eCyFU51mmeVwiOA9i-wK8cknU4DlVGoC2vKOzdzHtLcZgG2FiW5BjIkAOYd0RlhS9UJmi86c3cx8rbhULzIrcb40qat93Qi0hCuc7kQFHR5musEHWxyTwc9VuWLscFhGU/s400/IMG_0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399345603504049986" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Cat in a bag.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD-XKqafpkrKAbJ6725-G7SCGoXz6qRU7v7AT4uM_EvM1XBEO75Vze38mCZn9sKyxBSWCpy64NqBlNIP6dVhKwYMIkFyoF6bnvScftaj0-hy5fVDUWBufj_c4LkvONSjLxYHG5tt8dMwbN/s1600-h/IMG_0001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD-XKqafpkrKAbJ6725-G7SCGoXz6qRU7v7AT4uM_EvM1XBEO75Vze38mCZn9sKyxBSWCpy64NqBlNIP6dVhKwYMIkFyoF6bnvScftaj0-hy5fVDUWBufj_c4LkvONSjLxYHG5tt8dMwbN/s400/IMG_0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399345590402371026" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Though it's not readily apparent, this is a metal boat. I have seriously considered having Ivan test it's sea-worthiness.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjemVlYRx4E7uJBPwTqgmXeK5dSSM8Gn8sxbmTet77ekJuT8zA9nGi3_dE3_ZZXz90u3Cz5QeM80TpSD9kwfbtqlH4-LmsfMqd05Q25n-fnJQGl2wa22kyJZY19HUXQQ9NGqtezkDyaXt8-/s1600-h/IMG_2029.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjemVlYRx4E7uJBPwTqgmXeK5dSSM8Gn8sxbmTet77ekJuT8zA9nGi3_dE3_ZZXz90u3Cz5QeM80TpSD9kwfbtqlH4-LmsfMqd05Q25n-fnJQGl2wa22kyJZY19HUXQQ9NGqtezkDyaXt8-/s400/IMG_2029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399345852107598562" border="0" /></a>Wedged behind the couch.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Thus concludes a pet anecdote post. He's a good kid.<br /></div></div>Jessie & Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09646311131300242119noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668260670225563355.post-62963295641439475232009-10-12T20:21:00.011-06:002009-10-18T19:56:53.348-06:00Bryce Canyon<span style="font-family:courier new;">The adventure continued from Zion Nat. Park and the Subway to Bryce Canyon Nat. Park. We went for a short loop hike down into the canyon and amongst the spires.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWGDn00zlmQONSfIiiWecBTY1Gc4O8v4iYGTuR3FGcK8Hg0PJct2es98L0iIgdDGZRk2Zn29bFm0NA-f39OTNg2pEuDh1P1wlMyY7T6c7vTjVOx6cWFMhyphenhyphen6Fjs0vw-hL4s_bK5HZN67Tgl/s1600-h/IMG_0564.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWGDn00zlmQONSfIiiWecBTY1Gc4O8v4iYGTuR3FGcK8Hg0PJct2es98L0iIgdDGZRk2Zn29bFm0NA-f39OTNg2pEuDh1P1wlMyY7T6c7vTjVOx6cWFMhyphenhyphen6Fjs0vw-hL4s_bK5HZN67Tgl/s320/IMG_0564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391905764499694466" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo by Jessie<br /><br /></span></span></div> <span style="font-family:courier new;">This is one of my favorite pictures of the week....Bellmen.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM78n7aJ0D3uvvCOOYWrROOFl21j-90t2OmQvOhIu2q4puEaHTaVsqg1pfvlHTTYjwyNaSsK7uBi9DvYYU84SCZQ_WkBtsWH-LT1tKGNncNoF8b5wAwJpXNOSF4GqIB3TTXvSLjOV01RZA/s1600-h/IMG_0442.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM78n7aJ0D3uvvCOOYWrROOFl21j-90t2OmQvOhIu2q4puEaHTaVsqg1pfvlHTTYjwyNaSsK7uBi9DvYYU84SCZQ_WkBtsWH-LT1tKGNncNoF8b5wAwJpXNOSF4GqIB3TTXvSLjOV01RZA/s320/IMG_0442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391904547449515666" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Photo by Jessie</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPcTiDWdl8Ac8WJe9Ym68F8j4rKOTSAfe-j-SApUhAjczLn3IGMBp8Fg5FMfYtVNdQUp9-uZd5WTnHiVUS8nWfusJ-ZEdm1bU3GL5zsmyn6zK9T-vXCpgYlBCmaB4mLVJLOBovyewCtfNx/s1600-h/100_3303.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPcTiDWdl8Ac8WJe9Ym68F8j4rKOTSAfe-j-SApUhAjczLn3IGMBp8Fg5FMfYtVNdQUp9-uZd5WTnHiVUS8nWfusJ-ZEdm1bU3GL5zsmyn6zK9T-vXCpgYlBCmaB4mLVJLOBovyewCtfNx/s320/100_3303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391906160308229074" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo by Lincoln<br /><br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">The boys and I fell asleep at the campground under a blanket of pitch black night. We woke early to find a full moon hanging over us.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></div><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirNjqJGCg8Z62uShp1lf1QuRfKOoM8KUX_7NI7qY8EEoJtGxE35EwohxgmC5_6_L81zkG318whfU7r18mIBBvNfrKniWHq2ECzbacZ16DzpchKQf-1h43WcYY86EPdkS7zxZ43dFsWb_8d/s1600-h/IMG_0453.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirNjqJGCg8Z62uShp1lf1QuRfKOoM8KUX_7NI7qY8EEoJtGxE35EwohxgmC5_6_L81zkG318whfU7r18mIBBvNfrKniWHq2ECzbacZ16DzpchKQf-1h43WcYY86EPdkS7zxZ43dFsWb_8d/s320/IMG_0453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391906166796583954" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:78%;" >Photo by Jessie</span><br /><br /></div><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;">The morning slowly transformed into a vibrant orange glow, throwing shadows and color all over the canyon below.</span></span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG1feRQrVcDfQy0Yda2kRrkM3ya2fdFmf641Ian4l3PxnM9wlHTB7tLdTjR-mZV6g2sWFX3ukG5ocYC5jcYv7kUokkGcS1cQiqh9lVoiMRPtubqZM8hFG8R9xMr6jUEIAbWi2fFDBfWICD/s1600-h/IMG_0502.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG1feRQrVcDfQy0Yda2kRrkM3ya2fdFmf641Ian4l3PxnM9wlHTB7tLdTjR-mZV6g2sWFX3ukG5ocYC5jcYv7kUokkGcS1cQiqh9lVoiMRPtubqZM8hFG8R9xMr6jUEIAbWi2fFDBfWICD/s320/IMG_0502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391905054782304834" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo by Jessie<br /><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0b8hV1wVYF57t28ELIMDJWH6_tpEElYEyBi7YPursUGCejIrJR0Gb9N7TJqQLqhlMaFaL9HAcDGHRq1JoCWoNRyRmuDIZu-TNCI9XWseRYIJAiNPLHrRJaeAIHEc0jss0iW3mUnLpjxVq/s1600-h/IMG_0498.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0b8hV1wVYF57t28ELIMDJWH6_tpEElYEyBi7YPursUGCejIrJR0Gb9N7TJqQLqhlMaFaL9HAcDGHRq1JoCWoNRyRmuDIZu-TNCI9XWseRYIJAiNPLHrRJaeAIHEc0jss0iW3mUnLpjxVq/s320/IMG_0498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391905047955377410" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo by Jessie<br /><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIHKEeoe-ZZfw_YlofXsOa202zFuumrD7KlZ22hkV-ZjsL3oqJqrSVe_PMd9NWfxqx4Ts0xmlFwwkCVIxXfDSTsda1yWvcfbegPqqJQFBJcmD9dCHjqvm7Pvc9BHv6Gb-b6xLnDo6NzeAD/s1600-h/IMG_0523.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIHKEeoe-ZZfw_YlofXsOa202zFuumrD7KlZ22hkV-ZjsL3oqJqrSVe_PMd9NWfxqx4Ts0xmlFwwkCVIxXfDSTsda1yWvcfbegPqqJQFBJcmD9dCHjqvm7Pvc9BHv6Gb-b6xLnDo6NzeAD/s320/IMG_0523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391905071526672450" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:78%;" >Photo by Ron</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><span style="font-family: courier new;">My camera did not adequately capture the orange color of the spires as the sun finally hit them. The intense relief and contrast of the hoodoos created such vivid detail to the eye, I have yet to master the conversion to camera. It is true talent to be able to portray mood, beauty and emotions through a lens.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFwmG-6Lt5vEOrZvELUZ-2QNcECxaTuRqfeTnMT5SwT4ApSAISVjdHNM2jX34sYtC17yeM9N3jIN6kz6IW9nUwQPseKJmdwNbp_gXwUNs5TBRmeKC_dpHLAAloo2D627lVB7jlgEb7rQfN/s1600-h/IMG_0546.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFwmG-6Lt5vEOrZvELUZ-2QNcECxaTuRqfeTnMT5SwT4ApSAISVjdHNM2jX34sYtC17yeM9N3jIN6kz6IW9nUwQPseKJmdwNbp_gXwUNs5TBRmeKC_dpHLAAloo2D627lVB7jlgEb7rQfN/s320/IMG_0546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391905745641353218" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:78%;" >Photo by Jessie</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">After we tired of the stark beauty of Bryce we ventured down a long dirt road into the middle of nowhere. I seemed to take days, but then again I slept through most of it. </span><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6_pVg3HYTFqROEdWW404QXLNQs2GiTUWdNqQaHfxcWjHRsBpSBA8X8UBMBt7RUDEmUH5ZOIBTbcssS57wQ7mG0PEqQwskLh41IGepuXHw29_V0MZC2j7qamJD_rUopwp0YaB8QxEuxE3K/s1600-h/IMG_0398.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6_pVg3HYTFqROEdWW404QXLNQs2GiTUWdNqQaHfxcWjHRsBpSBA8X8UBMBt7RUDEmUH5ZOIBTbcssS57wQ7mG0PEqQwskLh41IGepuXHw29_V0MZC2j7qamJD_rUopwp0YaB8QxEuxE3K/s320/IMG_0398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391904529820523698" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:78%;" >Photo by Jessie</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Lincoln apparently knew what he was doing because we ended up at a group of gulch canyons.</span><span style="font-family:courier new;"> The skies were threatening rain and flash flooding had me a bit concerned. It was a "Shelly would not approve" moment. </span><span style="font-family: courier new;">Therefore we proceeded with our hike into 3 claustrophobic separate, yet converging canyons.</span><br /><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmNrjnGDl179Ta-7fpDzmvDfHgdclWj68BHzxHfj-hC31zfecKImpeOtFudOtKrn5xGY5qywLMaWYnWWWiBfe8YrnZDZexTvs4kqtbn2Op9XYtY2HBvYI-RMk5gBpuP5JTGoOosxXWmgUM/s1600-h/IMG_0866.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmNrjnGDl179Ta-7fpDzmvDfHgdclWj68BHzxHfj-hC31zfecKImpeOtFudOtKrn5xGY5qywLMaWYnWWWiBfe8YrnZDZexTvs4kqtbn2Op9XYtY2HBvYI-RMk5gBpuP5JTGoOosxXWmgUM/s320/IMG_0866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391906151689643042" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:78%;" >Photo by Jason<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;">The canyons were swirly and narrow<span style="font-family:courier new;">.</span></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"> Nooks and Crannies everywhere. We were climbing over fins, through holes and over ledges.</span><br /><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCtkfsAKl-MFWPupD_YdvxsfBJkhoBmCxBIH-jrvw-N-y6vYJblLyDKYFszEralv6IHqXRIJsH_zIVi0IZOcY02S3T6_JRoGWgrqubzspY0jHg172XrnzbdeE0gIIHPm455nSKtHjrLw4c/s1600-h/IMG_0867.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCtkfsAKl-MFWPupD_YdvxsfBJkhoBmCxBIH-jrvw-N-y6vYJblLyDKYFszEralv6IHqXRIJsH_zIVi0IZOcY02S3T6_JRoGWgrqubzspY0jHg172XrnzbdeE0gIIHPm455nSKtHjrLw4c/s320/IMG_0867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391906139683651970" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:78%;" >Photo by Jason<br /></span></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirZ6ZwAqhYIhYaXmVYwbBKsnf9dkMWxAtPpF2un4gFjxu1m1bKhcDi8UlfQ8a-jesUKXLD1AfUIzInC3gZylXD5h0_qX9OHSJxgaMnk1hCKRg3_iUy-4Q5X_CSLI93ssnV08PpCibrKwD1/s1600-h/IMG_2109.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirZ6ZwAqhYIhYaXmVYwbBKsnf9dkMWxAtPpF2un4gFjxu1m1bKhcDi8UlfQ8a-jesUKXLD1AfUIzInC3gZylXD5h0_qX9OHSJxgaMnk1hCKRg3_iUy-4Q5X_CSLI93ssnV08PpCibrKwD1/s320/IMG_2109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391905784785987122" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;">This little lizard was the only wild life we saw down in the canyons. He looked like he could use a rain, a bit dehydrated.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Sa1KgqEfhYzRhLdtj2sh05QhEQvdsxslXRzaW5m5HcurNoUr990cMqtpV8ol-4jLMcyeyG81eNqnEIFYCJtlUca5IqVo_IN5I6oyAiKHcETjm6r1pW4CDwgveXykUQZO6tPv0GXYcj8W/s1600-h/IMG_2100.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Sa1KgqEfhYzRhLdtj2sh05QhEQvdsxslXRzaW5m5HcurNoUr990cMqtpV8ol-4jLMcyeyG81eNqnEIFYCJtlUca5IqVo_IN5I6oyAiKHcETjm6r1pW4CDwgveXykUQZO6tPv0GXYcj8W/s320/IMG_2100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391905776647991602" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">Photo by Jessie</span></span><br /><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">It was a great trip. We really enjoyed hanging out with some of our old Glacier Crew. They know how we feel and what we are going through. We all lived at Many Glacier and considered it home. Now that we have begun "branching out" we compare everything to Glacier. It is nice to have a support group as close knit as ours to help help you through your Glacier withdrawls.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg77GV_kgmK1c3j0ae9v5XSkJKTdlZJSzdsD5QItKG641SM6VFRAQ2gRBLHJE4nXIsZTWQKZ7YWw9e05MA4TEO1UB9VUlq_Cmhyphenhyphenev3Mh-XO0V-dL_xiYYlHLIlSlYQOML7v-f_bvTLZgoYz/s1600-h/IMG_0399.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg77GV_kgmK1c3j0ae9v5XSkJKTdlZJSzdsD5QItKG641SM6VFRAQ2gRBLHJE4nXIsZTWQKZ7YWw9e05MA4TEO1UB9VUlq_Cmhyphenhyphenev3Mh-XO0V-dL_xiYYlHLIlSlYQOML7v-f_bvTLZgoYz/s320/IMG_0399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391904523874488882" border="0" /></a>Jessie & Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09646311131300242119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668260670225563355.post-67799453360702484192009-10-12T18:49:00.013-06:002009-10-13T20:00:50.746-06:00Subway....way better than the sandwichRon and I took a week off and headed to Utah to meet Jason & Lincoln and do some wicked hiking. Lincoln did all the planning & driving. We showed up and did as we were told. The Subway in Zion Nat. <span style="font-family:georgia;">Park was first on the list.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZFOzOv_hhnHp_DiIais58Op_V-iPpHQsT9kZ-I8iAm9C87eV7nezgrcTSv7KYC-_4MftdByuxB7gh-CLyZXeCbpsT2OL9YTjTgC1_Qq3kBCASAgMteaauWdCKGtCDcUKoivErYXRWVfBx/s1600-h/IMG08047.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZFOzOv_hhnHp_DiIais58Op_V-iPpHQsT9kZ-I8iAm9C87eV7nezgrcTSv7KYC-_4MftdByuxB7gh-CLyZXeCbpsT2OL9YTjTgC1_Qq3kBCASAgMteaauWdCKGtCDcUKoivErYXRWVfBx/s400/IMG08047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392224392348731122" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo by Jason</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Over the decades the water created some interesting rock formations.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3qsRXc8DO-dFQR6Xko0Pn2pq6NDk4PvC3kK-kYnPk0MMEjFUhKLG3xfnFj5_ctl_kYkXsOCmhzOulEIHQ5glmm4thXl0qrkFjrpcdTC2Szn8qLcrWh6U7h0kvvbmsNsRXaR31gyhjSVGw/s1600-h/100_3266.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3qsRXc8DO-dFQR6Xko0Pn2pq6NDk4PvC3kK-kYnPk0MMEjFUhKLG3xfnFj5_ctl_kYkXsOCmhzOulEIHQ5glmm4thXl0qrkFjrpcdTC2Szn8qLcrWh6U7h0kvvbmsNsRXaR31gyhjSVGw/s320/100_3266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391902503692914994" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo by Lincoln<br /><br /></span></div>There was some rappelling down large rocks and off cliffs to the canyon bottom. Nothing too dangerous or hard core, we are so sporty. Our trip mantra was "Shelly would not approve". Shelly missed the trip, but was constantly a part of the conversation. Especially when we were doing something...well that we knew Shelly would not approve of.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkbDKMneYmgpBz9iF3Lx9f8gajEF_w4fo_dssdnbD_2MLSi2maxH5hmkBkcnuQYYcdbYqMLJ03INga0oUvm5o7l3GSwJYZRpWO0h58-NyiXsjwGPKwETmjvduLTwZEjpdDyzo3e3P9afrS/s1600-h/100_3274.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkbDKMneYmgpBz9iF3Lx9f8gajEF_w4fo_dssdnbD_2MLSi2maxH5hmkBkcnuQYYcdbYqMLJ03INga0oUvm5o7l3GSwJYZRpWO0h58-NyiXsjwGPKwETmjvduLTwZEjpdDyzo3e3P9afrS/s320/100_3274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391902496859770770" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo by Lincoln</span><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpuRlSKAOVV7eDQ8UnMqNeKZqCg7XJAC-2-qHmovmPr1VnFqJozLfBYGjYbqXe4iPXFIRr3hpTPTczKW69U52f5VW6Eq5hXu3iKNnE6YdLDwTQTb2gPb6LEA9-zq55TOtkNY3b5x5qJRoG/s1600-h/IMG_0345.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpuRlSKAOVV7eDQ8UnMqNeKZqCg7XJAC-2-qHmovmPr1VnFqJozLfBYGjYbqXe4iPXFIRr3hpTPTczKW69U52f5VW6Eq5hXu3iKNnE6YdLDwTQTb2gPb6LEA9-zq55TOtkNY3b5x5qJRoG/s320/IMG_0345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391902059207840578" border="0" /></a>The pictures came out great but it is hard to capture the canyons and the Subway. The immensity of the canyon, the vibrant oranges of the rocks, the shocking greens of the flora and deep blues of the pools seems to be too much for the camera to handle all at once. We tried anyway.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmctKLe9KJzHc_whQj9NcRpK-Ato_qdfWyvCFOLa-MWwNAWN0_Poa9MF7EQZ-h2T2F_arZLvXvvPGSB2HEcyRyJmX13LrVxnBKbkrDMti7vnW3glrPFCg5hjvA0Ib-ScLHjYY1D9nA6CcK/s1600-h/IMG_0292.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmctKLe9KJzHc_whQj9NcRpK-Ato_qdfWyvCFOLa-MWwNAWN0_Poa9MF7EQZ-h2T2F_arZLvXvvPGSB2HEcyRyJmX13LrVxnBKbkrDMti7vnW3glrPFCg5hjvA0Ib-ScLHjYY1D9nA6CcK/s320/IMG_0292.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391901274116221378" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo by Jessie<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;">There was some chilly swimming through pools that dotted the canyon floor.<br /></div><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz0LzntcD_NHUagla0ImjEpWABny7XWHjKIZbL-QMoGCggleDktYoP6SLCjaRCnFfblC-5NLymko7OnbDuteg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjtrPcqH20rheh1FsADXdrCQQQLSodV1vBgi4NZ7xwB1iv4UNSgGVlT32nl9JI1Fy2-P64m39pYuFdc5y6pFNmAVSflUVdGdEUyF6QnkpFz9isDVX3OMbAz-D846dbNru_h7oRMgh7YYE4/s1600-h/IMG_2053.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjtrPcqH20rheh1FsADXdrCQQQLSodV1vBgi4NZ7xwB1iv4UNSgGVlT32nl9JI1Fy2-P64m39pYuFdc5y6pFNmAVSflUVdGdEUyF6QnkpFz9isDVX3OMbAz-D846dbNru_h7oRMgh7YYE4/s320/IMG_2053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391901262174264514" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo by Lincoln</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;">The Bellmen are all grown up, sort of. Jason & Shelly are all married and junk, Lincoln's got a real job as a TV anchor, and Ron...well he has me and we have a couch, 2 fish and a cat.<br /><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWZDVNL5MbvAMjpp7KlTjRUuBzV7Bhs1Y-CE-xKwcYxUwDJUQ9iK-UUVQD65gur7uWNDGS5SsE6o91jepAtzB0GyJUb9sSiK7E3rZkHEfYzph743HCeWoApAnk1asOVbGzK9QMhfL3wI1h/s1600-h/IMG_0237.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWZDVNL5MbvAMjpp7KlTjRUuBzV7Bhs1Y-CE-xKwcYxUwDJUQ9iK-UUVQD65gur7uWNDGS5SsE6o91jepAtzB0GyJUb9sSiK7E3rZkHEfYzph743HCeWoApAnk1asOVbGzK9QMhfL3wI1h/s320/IMG_0237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391901251569377474" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo by Jessie<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">We all have cats and the entire week we talked about them in a pathetic/humorous parental pride sort of way. This is the first time we all have been out of the GNP transient life style and were allowed to have pets since we were kids.</span> Lincoln left first to pursue his dream of looking good and talking pretty. Then Shelson (Shelly & Jason) ventured into the "real world". Ron and I are easing into it with jobs that are considered "full-time seasonal". The cat conversations were pretty entertaining, we even got Shelly on the phone to discuss the little guys. Good times.<br /></div><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ4OVXL47arjJZBcLh0J0uMMACmfH5fPECs4x2imyJSrNFcnQi9lEjBKXayHatOD3PgFypbcQ9m-kCbT1-JwL1sVHlMvp4Cf7X5jX5Y63rEi-cipwvfIvmZ_oQE8t9MxuSbsLNMBtg0_MB/s1600-h/IMG08038.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ4OVXL47arjJZBcLh0J0uMMACmfH5fPECs4x2imyJSrNFcnQi9lEjBKXayHatOD3PgFypbcQ9m-kCbT1-JwL1sVHlMvp4Cf7X5jX5Y63rEi-cipwvfIvmZ_oQE8t9MxuSbsLNMBtg0_MB/s320/IMG08038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391902529397520546" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo by Jason</span><br /><br /></div>After a hard day of hiking we headed back to Lincoln's place to unwind with an intense game of Knock Out. <span style="font-size:78%;">( A souped up version of Jenga where you have to knock out which ever color block you roll on the dice with a battery operated jackhammer without knocking out the solid block)</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAtwnwVZXBJCyp2p9zpgjNa4Tie2knCIqPgVjae3Ae0X5shLO0XmspIh4RIPIq6v2R41bM3sgZWFhEiifaa9l6RTFmr7NWlqPV7m9gADNEt2IeHvNikfrXYP1oOLwLlgVVHiGimuRTwzh6/s1600-h/IMG_0223.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAtwnwVZXBJCyp2p9zpgjNa4Tie2knCIqPgVjae3Ae0X5shLO0XmspIh4RIPIq6v2R41bM3sgZWFhEiifaa9l6RTFmr7NWlqPV7m9gADNEt2IeHvNikfrXYP1oOLwLlgVVHiGimuRTwzh6/s320/IMG_0223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391901241740835570" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo by Jessie<br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-size:130%;">We had such a good time we miss you guys!</span></span><br /></div></div>Jessie & Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09646311131300242119noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668260670225563355.post-35250302608057459332009-10-05T12:21:00.003-06:002009-10-05T14:17:01.931-06:00The BandAs part of our Colorado nesting we bought some fish. You may recall that we have not had the best of luck with our previous icthyological endeavors. This, unfortunately, doesn't get any better.<br /><br />Ron and I decided since we had such rotten luck with goldfish we would go a different direction. We chose 5 smaller "schooling" neon tetra fish instead of one or two bigger fish.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDciDVXWdj20k_TUr1rUN9ViA8wvDJS8RiIdp3XFHIo5yBNgBOCJapok9mddZHvKucnzOlAcLAxA5Sgj8-OGYTvmoccmbuGqJQ5y8-SUi530ZZNDpklyYL4nOWl2vEDki74Wlaa2JMTXwd/s1600-h/neon_tetra.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDciDVXWdj20k_TUr1rUN9ViA8wvDJS8RiIdp3XFHIo5yBNgBOCJapok9mddZHvKucnzOlAcLAxA5Sgj8-OGYTvmoccmbuGqJQ5y8-SUi530ZZNDpklyYL4nOWl2vEDki74Wlaa2JMTXwd/s400/neon_tetra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389194448771234002" border="0" /></a>We weren't feeling very creative so we just referred to them generically as "The Band". Slowly they started disappearing. One of the band would mysteriously vanish each week. When it finally got down to "the duo" we notice one of them was a bit of a bully. Low and behold we came home to find only one fish left.<br /><br />We named her Yoko and quarantined her so she doesn't ruin anything else.Jessie & Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09646311131300242119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668260670225563355.post-22568340826566776162009-09-29T19:22:00.004-06:002009-10-03T20:07:02.325-06:00Back to Civilization<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBlqjT6yA4_oiD_zkNDon7rZk-dtaxvjfuO2jbenCPn2nTzmv7TAQPQoCsdcF0uXhM01Ue5qM5MuNA5IpWnl2fO3_8bvBQHtQVhKp-utm1rcV45QSDI4u-G7LjGa0GcSw34-i3GTRfoobn/s1600-h/IMG_2032.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBlqjT6yA4_oiD_zkNDon7rZk-dtaxvjfuO2jbenCPn2nTzmv7TAQPQoCsdcF0uXhM01Ue5qM5MuNA5IpWnl2fO3_8bvBQHtQVhKp-utm1rcV45QSDI4u-G7LjGa0GcSw34-i3GTRfoobn/s400/IMG_2032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388558524926039890" border="0" /></a><br />It has been a big change for Ron and me. Moving from pure mountain isolization into the hub-bub of resort mountain life. We went from literally spending every second together over the winter to sharing a drowsy 3hr block of time in the middle of the day. I work mornings....4:30am, even being a "morning person" I find this too early. Ron works nights, usually getting home while I am brushing my teeth for bed, accept for the 2 nights he is just crawling into bed as my alarm goes off to start my day.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>After a long winter of eating every meal together, going to work together, brushing your teeth at the same time, having no one else to hang out with, you grow VERY dependent on each other. Not that this is healthy, but it becomes all you know, and healthy or not we LOVED it!<br /><br />Currently we both do transportation for Vail Resorts at their Beaver Creek location. The Beaver Creek slogan is "Not exactly roughing it". . . needless to say it is drastically different than being snowed in @ MGH.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqRS-zk3913c2Pln3QjYsApnrk-gIHQBeLY2Y0JDlS3qHawgw-G_CEMT2aPqBVfDnQiuUxkVWVOlLG4ExOQ7ZjOTT20QKxOtLhjgtQcPEG2n12SJIU7ajIAVgteev7rYbsn-h3H5hm-zMp/s1600-h/IMG_0233.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqRS-zk3913c2Pln3QjYsApnrk-gIHQBeLY2Y0JDlS3qHawgw-G_CEMT2aPqBVfDnQiuUxkVWVOlLG4ExOQ7ZjOTT20QKxOtLhjgtQcPEG2n12SJIU7ajIAVgteev7rYbsn-h3H5hm-zMp/s400/IMG_0233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388557164614121714" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">We are both still getting acclimated to our new surroundings. We do enjoy being able to walk to the Post Office in a manner of minutes rather than hours, eating fresh foods and going out and purchasing whatever you crave at the moment you crave it.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTIS8wgYrGgtB0Jp8dQE19NFanz_6F338YvGBr2R8O8Unzo8th5LpUYi2DUhUPDyrzX1aLeWO83MXR7hZL-tLQQa8QrTjGuseeYP6x4aQ4llhIEAHLcwtfhXIVpv3t5MukLldYjYbLE5FL/s1600-h/IMG_0272.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTIS8wgYrGgtB0Jp8dQE19NFanz_6F338YvGBr2R8O8Unzo8th5LpUYi2DUhUPDyrzX1aLeWO83MXR7hZL-tLQQa8QrTjGuseeYP6x4aQ4llhIEAHLcwtfhXIVpv3t5MukLldYjYbLE5FL/s400/IMG_0272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388557190262023074" border="0" /></a>Ron found the Indian Peaks were we spent a weekend because Ron thought it most resembled Glacier. We have been having a hard time feeling motivated to go out and hike. We compare everything to Many Glacier, but nothing compares.Jessie & Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09646311131300242119noreply@blogger.com0