weather
When I'm living in my family's driveway near Denver, the weather is normally of little interest. It's mostly something old geezers like me talk about because it's just about the only thing in our monotonous and uninteresting lives that changes pretty regularly.
But when I'm on the road in the wintertime, the weather becomes of utmost importance and is the main motivator of where I go and what I do. As everyone knows by now, I have no plans, schedules, or reasons for coming and going wherever I end up. So, the biggest influences on my travels are,
Number one… what I want to do.
Number two… the weather.
The weather, or certain kinds of weather, makes a big difference in where I go or if I go. A little rain doesn't bother me; in fact, I'm partial to cloudy weather. But snow and wind make everything more difficult, and in some cases, like when I'm driving, it can be downright dangerous. So I pay close attention to what's going on weatherwise because so much depends on it when I'm living on the road.
Now, you have just wasted two minutes of your precious life reading about how I feel about the weather because the current weather forecast shows some windy and snowy weather coming up in the next few days. So, I have had to make the executive decision that instead of leaving for the Bosque Del Apache on Friday, I will extend my stay here at Storrie Lake State Park for a few more days until the weather settles down to something more normal.
The reason for doing that is at the Bosque Del Apache; I stay at a commercial RV park just outside the gate of the Bosque. And Mr. Trujillo, who owns and runs the park, lets me boondock with no electricity for a week at a very reasonable rate. But that rate is still considerably higher than the four dollars a night I'm paying at Storrie Lake State Park to have electricity. When I have electricity, I can run my electric heater at night to keep warm instead of running my propane furnace and burning up expensive propane.
So, I'm still heading for the Bosque, but it will be a few more days before I get there. Meanwhile, I'm sure the Sandhill cranes will wait.
Theboondork
The other side of Storrie Lake.
Part of the camping area that I’m living in.
A frozen leaf.
Winter came early for this poor leaf. With its heavy snow and howling winds, the recent snowstorm tore this dying leaf from the tree where it belonged and cast it into the mud next to the lake, where it remained until the bitter cold froze it in place.
It never got to experience changing into a beautiful fiery red with thousands of its leafy brothers and sisters. People never took pictures or walked by and admired the grandeur of the Fall season and this small leaf’s contribution to the Fall colors everyone loves to see.
But I recognized that this tiny bit of nature never got to fulfill its dreams of fluttering down from its tree in a blazing red salute to the end of Fall, so I took this picture to show that this leaf, no matter how small and trivial, had not lived and died in vain.
When I think about Storrie Lake state Park I think about camping, but a lot of other folks think about fishing so there’s a lot of that going on at Storrie Lake.