Hey there! I just got back from the inaugural Vertex Music Festival down in beautiful Buena Vista, Colorado, but I have plenty of photos to share. I still have to go through the editing process on all the photos (which is a buttload), but expect a recap soon!
Until then, keep an eye on my Instagram, @capulinflicker (or hit the link at the bottom), I’ll be sharing my favorite photos there as I work through the editing process.
First off, apologies for the lack of updates here. Between accepting a new job, moving up to Summit County, getting settled in, and my old PC taking a dump, I let this blog fall to the wayside. Things are starting to calm down now so hopefully I’ll have more time to dedicate to keeping things fresh over here.
Anyway, holy cow where did Summer go??? I turned around and here it is almost August! Yikes! Time to kick the adventure spirit into high gear, am I right?
That’s not to say that I’ve just been sitting on my butt this whole time. Since I last updated, we’ve made trips to Arches NP, Canyonlands NP, Black Canyon of the Gunnison NP, Great Sand Dunes NP & Preserve, Tent Rocks National Monument, Eagle’s Nest Wilderness, Cruces Basin Wilderness, Holy Cross Wilderness, as well as plenty of national forests and hiking trails. Trust me, my hard drive is hurting from all the photos I still have to edit.
I hope everyone out there is enjoying your summer. By my count, here in Colorado we have about 8 more weeks of great camping weather, after which we start getting into the colder Autumn months (who’s to say that’s gonna stop me???). But I plan on taking full advantage of the time I have left of these warm summer days. Between a music festival in beautiful Buena Vista, my old man’s annual camping and fishing trip, an annual fall foliage camping trip with the college roommates, and some extended camping and backpacking trips sprinkled in, there’s still plenty to do.
But it’s hard not to feel like summer is flying right on by. I guess all we can do is appreciate the time we have and try to soak it in as much as possible. That’s the one piece of advice I leave to you, don’t let time slip idly by, take advantage of it. There will be plenty of days to sit on the couch or catch up on TV, and trust me, you’ll feel so much better knowing you got out and saw something beautiful or got away from all the distractions of the modern world.
Anyway, that’s all for now. I decided to make it a pretty short post tonight, but stay tuned for more updates in the future.
I was in 6th grade when the Broncos won their first Super Bowl. I was only 11 years old but the truth of the matter is I had been reppin’ the Orange and Blue from Day 1. In our household, it was everything Broncos. I can remember my dad retelling how he watched John Elway lead his team to victory during The Drive. I remember watching Steve Atwater absolutely obliterate Christian Okoye in a Monday Night Football game. I remember playing football in the backyard pretending I was Ed McCaffrey hauling in touchdown passes, falling to the ground, and then cranking my neck side to side like he always used to do.
If there’s one thing I like about the winter its that there’s more holiday time involved, which means more time to get out and do things! This year I decided to use my holiday time off to get outside and enjoy the crisp winter air.
Mount Falcon Park is managed by Jefferson County and has some great trails for being so close to Denver. I usually hit up this park in the transitional months when getting up to the high country is a little more difficult. I’ve hiked the main loop that takes you from the west parking lot past the old lookout towers, but I never made the hike up to check out the Summer White House.
My dad has stories for days. If encouraged, he could tell you stories until your ears fell off and the mountains turned to dust. He grew up in an era where life was simple and work was hard. Every time I go home to visit my folks, I learn something new about my dad. Ranch life in Southern Colorado consisted of sheering sheep and tromping wool for 12 hours and then going out and bowling a 250. That was my dad in the prime of his youth.
You’d think after 30 years of calling him Pops, I’d know everything there is to know about my dad, but fact of the matter is he has countless experiences to share. Some of my favorite stories of his involve his time on the sheep trail.