Thursday, June 3, 2010

...continued hiker's journal...

June 3, 2010, Georgetown, CO
08:19:36 hours, MDT




…continued hiker’s journal…



Memorial Day in Boulder @ the Boulder Bolder was of course refreshing…however I did do something that my metabolism is still paying for. Julie and I at the end of our walking tour of Boulder purchased an ‘eight piece’ baked chicken from the service counter at the Table Mesa King Soopers. My intestines continue to be sluggish attempting to pass the grease and the animal it-self. For the most part the vegetarianism over many weeks and months is suffering. I only suppose that it has to work much harder eating higher on the so-called food chain.

Consequently, my mood is listless and lethargic. My experience has exemplified that eating lower on the food chain w/o so much processed oils and fructose syrups has served to keep my internal mood even… my preference is to try to adhere to this caloric-intake regimen and NOT give-in to the ubiquitous availabilities of processed foods as the so-called ‘convenience’ of American life. This ‘convenience’ is tolling my internal fortitude.

My notion regarding dispassionate friendships has a caveat― this being that the unattached ness or prey to emotional moods will be absent in the maturity of this friendship. The emotional attachments to easy=foods for quick and easy buying in my experience as this notion relates to the topic would be discussable in the mature friendship. Hence the dispassionateness and the verbal and non-verbal cures to NOT buy this sort of thing to satisfy some idea about eating when exhausted. A salad and source of digestible protein would have been much better and USABLE by the metabolism.
Today my intestines removed some of the residue left from Monday’s foray into quick-shop eating. Paying attention does take concerted effort and I’m paying for giving in to the ideas of another whose metabolism is accustomed to customarily eating much higher on the food chain.

Meditations from the Mat, Rolf Gates and Katrina Kenison
Day 129

"A hundred times a day I remind myself that my life depends on
the labors or other men, living and dead, and that I must exert
myself in order to give, in measure that I received, and am
still receiving.”
Albert Einstein
“My first spiritual advisor used the phrase “making your bed” to describe the ongoing work of self-care. The eight limbs are a way to make our bed. They are work orders for living well. Having laid out the means for a good life, Pantanjali goes on to define the ends― the purusartha, or four aims of life. Readied for life by our practice, we are able to embrace the purusartha.

“According to the Yoga Sutras, the four aims of life are dharma, artha, kama, and moska. In this instance, dharma is the active observance of spiritual discipline. It is the weaving together of the yamas and the niyamas into a way of life. If dharma is the creation of a life in balance on a spiritual plane, then artha is the creation of a life in balance on the physical plane. Work, family, money―all brought into balance and are in keeping with one’s spiritual values. Kama is enjoyment of the fruits of one’s labors. It is not enough to plant the garden and cultivate it with care; we must set aside time to enjoy it as well. Moska is the final aim of life, liberation. Dharma, artha and kama are our actions; in moska we surrender the fruits of our actions to the universe. We let go of everything and hold onto nothing.

“We are all performing purusartha in our own ways, just as our parents did and our grandparents before them. We do not need yoga in order to work toward a happy, fulfilled life. Yoga simply gives us the outline. The purusartha bring together all the work of this path, while the individual limbs of yoga are the trees. They re like the forest, Use the purusartha as a means to keep sight of the forest as you immerse your self in the trees ahead.”


I get that Kama has been untowardly affected by my reaching into my pockets for a quick buck for a quick meal after a decent activity-day w/ Jules @ the Boulder Bolder. Paying attention to the subtleties of this sort of circumstance will not go unnoticed. Enjoying the so-called garden might have been the creation of TIME to arrange a wholesome meal after the good day exercising on the surface streets there.


Wednesday, May 26, 2010

May 26, 2010 Georgetown, CO
17:05:16 hours, MDT



…continued hiker’s journal…

Walked w/ Ellie a couple of miles shy of Bakerville this morning. Was out by 05:55 hours and walked up on ‘the bridge to nowhere’ a mile past Plume and turned west/uphill and walked to an old home site. The concrete pilings and cement floor is all that is left. Passed over many braided running creeks from tree line and took a drink often at these.

Again, walked up along the tracks in the valley that separates G-town from Plume. Tossed a stick in the creeks for Ellie and although she did not wash away at times she swam to bring in the stick. She is a good dog. Kyle’s energy in my mind’s eye is embodied in this dog’s animas.

Came back to the house after 11AM and made coffee and stripped down to shorts, sat in back and read more about Ned and Jane walking the pipeline in Alaska. He met a couple that is in recovery and describes his interview w/ the man. Good reading overall. I am enjoying this season of reading narratives.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010


May 25, 2010 Georgetown, CO
16:36:22 hours, MDT

…continued journal…

Out around 6 AM temp. was about 30° F.


Continuing the training; some pay for gym memberships inside… the way I see it at this point in life is simply that this man has already paid for it and therefore the whole outdoors is the gym so-to-speak. Besides why work the body and lungs in a ‘controlled environment’?


Walked w/ Ellie up Biddle, scooped her 1st dump into the Denver Post bag and continued on downtown.

Passed through both gates on way up tracks to Plume. The tracks were mainly in the shade and before the sun-up in the valley, therefore atmosphere was cool and comfortable. Threw the stick in Clear Creek at many points and she was not washed away. She is slightly faint-hearted at how white and roily the creek is becoming now that it is running high.

Walked west along US 6 out of Silver Plume to a mine and tailings owned by Jack Pine mines and on all 4s like a crab we walked or better yet scooted down a pile 70 feet down and across the face maybe another 100 feet. The tailings pile must be near as I can reckon maybe a 55% angle and the talus very loose.

Walked back by bike path along-side I-70 to the High Gate Bridge and threw the stick into Clear for Ellie-Mae one last session and then headed in for more coffee and reading a book―> by
Peter Maass Crude The Violent Twilight of Oil.

Nice four hour walk. Plume is approximately 9,100 feet elev.

Sat in chair in back and luxuriated in the warmth of the sun before the inevitable clouds obscured it.

Took a nap, ate lunch and now am finished reading another grip of pages in Walking My Dog, Jane by Ned Rozell.

Nice day today, here at elevation.
Elevation…8,600 feet is cool clear and invigorating.

Friday, May 21, 2010

today is two-thirds through springtime...

May 21, 2010 Georgetown, CO
15:47:56 hours, MDT

… Nice relaxing day…

Took Ellie-Mae for the walk along the tracks before daybreak here on the floor of the valley…Although the sun was shining on the snowfield above tree line it was not quite ‘up’ yet here and the walk besides helping to invigorate my body/mind was just perfect.

The temperature continued down after the sun-up period…was 34° F. approximately 06:20 hours and slightly lower at around 08:30, according to the thermometer nailed to the side of a garage over on Biddle.
The tracks were good, this time I forgot the ‘punch-proof’ toilet paper and although I needed to use some by the so called tunnel between the High Bridge and the next trestle up the line I managed.
I forgot that I might need the blue paper towels.

Punch-proof paper is necessary, don’t you think? The toilet paper companies might do well to provide this item to the consumer; after all― the governmental agencies supply it in some of their lavatory facilities. And it alleviates the distain when a wiper presses the fingertip through in effort for that clean wipe. Is Charmin’s softness all that and a deck of cards? Would not you really like punch-proof instead?

Took a nap and sat out in back in shorts reading sans shirt earlier, reading Walking My Dog, Jane: From Valdez to Prudhoe Bay Along the Trans-Alaska Pipeline by Ned Rozell.


Friday, May 14, 2010

Georgetown Spring snows






May 14, 2010 Georgetown, CO

Snowed again nearly four days in a row, here.

Took Ellie-Mae again along the tracks up to Plume and shot some more snow images from the tracks.
Am continuing the training to help and assist the metabolism to be primed for a North Rim trip, possibly next week.

See posted images.




Friday, February 19, 2010

Dispassionate Friends



February 19, 2010
10:54:21 MST, G-town, CO


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I am attracting in a dispassionate unflustered friend.
I am attracting in many dispassionate unflustered friends.
I am attracting in unflustered female friends that I am intimate with AND they are dispassionate with me.
I am attracting in male dispassionate unflustered friends.





I am attracting in both female and male intimate friends with the aim of, when they blow out and become angry…they are not angry at me; not unlike so many people still believe in their brains that they need to be this way and continue to behave in this non-effective style. I fell prey to just this over the last full moon and regret my behavior. It has to say the least …been an eye-opener and at most in my opinion a stage call for action on my part to grow away from such intensities. These intensities turn me into the guy who ‘doesn’t Get-it’ and all that is left to do is get my pc. of chicken at the BBQ and step to the back of the line.




It is too complicating to have immature friends like this in the closest region of my heart these interesting days and nights since Kyle passed; as well My actions are unacceptable to what Shakespeare called―> “To Thine Own Self Be True”.


I need/want/desire dispassionate unflustered female friends that want to be intimate with me and when she or me or both …become angry and disgruntled…..she doesn’t get angry at me but can articulate and not divert her idea while encumbered. I need/ want/ desire the same in males although not sexually.

Above is an affirmation of sorts and an expressed yearning that is the black on the white. I wonder whether you want/aspire for the same?

Sunday, February 7, 2010












February 7, 2010
11:37:33 MST, Georgetown, CO

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Another notion I entertain is whether you have been so-called environmentally-involved... I mean past the recycle thing that the consumerists laud so loudly. Past the pretty-color-coordinated plastique crates for “all your recycling needs” as the recyclers put it so eloquently; beckoning us all in America to do “OUR PART” what ever that part is.
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My best friend Kyle Miller killed himself January 15th, this year and things have been Fucking Interesting as time goes forward.