Source: About Last Weekend
Monday evening, as I drove home I witnessed the most incredible sunset. A glowing orange and yellow sky over the latent silhouette of the front range. Too much traffic and visual obstruction to pull over and take a photo, I captured the image in my mind instead. I had just left my folks at the Denver Hospice Care Center at Lowry where my Dad would undergo a procedure the next morning that would make him more comfortable as he suffered from the later stages of Parkinson’s Disease. Before I said goodnight to my Father for the last time, we talked about how beautiful the facility was and I told him that Robin Williams had passed away (he loved Robin Williams). One of the night nurses graciously brought them a tuna fish sandwich to share even though they had “checked in” too late for dinner and after I left I understand that Dad ate most of it.
Oh how much it hurts to loose someone you Love so much. The grief might even cause a person to jump out of bed, start and finish a painting as the sun rises, which is exactly what I did this morning. I am compelled to paint my Father’s setting sun and this small sketch will be used for a piece that is 20 times larger. I want this memory to be larger than life.
“Autumn is a second spring, where every leaf is a flower” ~ Albert Camus
So bittersweet is this time of the year in Colorado. The moment I see the first signs of Autumn, I find myself crying out to the season, “I miss you already”. And as each week passes there is a sharpening of the senses, a greater appreciation for the gentle sound of the breeze rustling through the soft glowing leaves, the warmth of the sun, the length of the day. I have been witnessing this grand finale of the Colorado Summer for my entire life, yet each time I am actually surprised that nature has so many colors in its palette.
Tammy and I were heading out the other day to do a photo shoot. As we coasted down the hill into the Village of Cuchara we caught a glimpse of a couple of pedestrians walking down the road with what appeared to be a couple of the oddest looking great danes we had ever seen. We drove slowly by, peering out of the passenger window like the curious, nosy locals that I suppose we have become. We had it all wrong, these folks weren’t walking their dogs they were walking their Goats. We felt compelled to investigate and we whipped around into a parking spot in front of Dakota Dukes General Store.
Things have always been a little bit different here in Cuchara. You expect to see the unexpected, like cattle drives through town, bears on front porches and dogs out to dinner with their families. But people out strolling about with their Goats! That’s News.
As it turns out, Nan and Phil Hassey of Rye were visiting Cuchara for the first time along with Cuzco (10 years old) and Nibbles (3 months old). Nan and Phil prefer to take the goats with them everywhere they go, Goat Vacations they call them. On this outing, they found goat friendly lodging at the Cuchara Inn and a great eight-mile hike up the Dike Trail. In his prime, Cuzco carried his own pack, up to 50 or 60 pounds.
Nan and Phil have to keep a tight leash on Cuzco when dogs are around. When he was younger, Cuzco had a bad experience where he was chased right over the edge of a cliff. That’s where he lost his left horn. Yep, when you head out for the day around here, you never quite know what to expect. The Greatest Adventures Are not only the places you go, but the people you meet along the way.
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