Sunday, August 16, 2009

Bears in My Driveway

A mama bear and two cubs sauntering up my driveway, probably in search of food. I was awakened by shuffling (a noise I had heard several morning before) and looked out my window to find two cubs walking on my porch. The mama took the other route and ended up at my neighbors house (you can see the mama by the green Subaru.) One cub is in this picture and the other one is behind the house on the right. Bears have been known to break into the cottages around me, prying open low screens and just walking into houses with open doors. Luckily all my windows are high up.

Hike to Lake Arrowhead

Erin and I hiked to Arrowhead and Inkspot lakes- a high elevation glacial basin lake cluster at a base of mount Ida. I knew it was going to be a tough one before we started: hungover, tired from a week of physically demanding work, 5 hours sleep and a 5:45 wake-up. It was a grueling and challenging 10 hour partially (what I would call) technical hike. But, as always is a hike for me, totally worth it.






Erin, myself, and an alpine flower being a 'gummi bear' (something that interjects itself into another's photo surreptitiously. A really fun game at parties.)


Can you find the Coyote in the picture above?

Inkspot Lake, I believe.
Lake Arrowhead.

July in Thunderstorm and Heat

July has been an amazing month here- the weather has become relatively predictable, with thunderstorms rolling in from the west around 5pm every afternoon, right when we finish work. Nights have been slightly humid, holding in some of the heat accrued during the day. I took some pictures of thunderstorm clouds from Hwy 36.






This atmosphere has been so special, especially on cool mornings in Boulder for the farmers market. It takes a slow perusal through the lanes of white tent covered booths to notice how the colors of fruits and vegetables become more vibrant after a fleeting thunderous downpour. Que dulce la lluvia. A banquet of vegetables, fresh bread and aged balsamic vinegar. I do wish it had come from my own garden. I miss California for its year-round growing season and fertile soil.