aaaaaaaaaalma alma alma
way back when, before we went to mexico, before we were deer killing sonsaguns (SANSABELT, for those of you who frequently shopped at village discount and found this levi's model oddly named, literally means "without a belt"-they have no belt loops!- was this obvious to everyone but me?) (to say nothing of "action slacks") well in those old timey days we went up into the mountains to visit with great grandpa shorty and to check out the mother of all llama races. hooo-ha.
the mountains, the drive up. grandma and grandpa in their bitchin hyundai.
stretch christina! your limbs are weary from 2+ hours of driving and socio-psycho-politico talky talk.
and it's so freakin purty!
ok once again blogger has randomly rearranged everything. somewhere in there we went to Burro Days in the town of Fairplay (so named, to beat out Rich and the other mystery CO historian [Adam I'm looking in your direction...], cause miners could bring their gold in to the accurate scales in town to get a **fair play** on their strikes). anyhow they had little water tables set up with pans and supposedly you could get some gold out of the sand in the bottom. christine didn't get any gold but dang if she weren't the purtiest miner for miles and miles.
more trees and mountains and skies. general purtiness. if the area around alma and fairplay (collectively known, incidentally, as SOUTH PARK yes as in the damned cartoon) was a latin american dictator it would be named Generalisimo Purty.
Great-Grandpa Shorty goes into town every day to break the fast at this lovely little spot known as the Brown Burro. you'd be doing yourself a tremendous disservice if you didn't stop there on your next trip through south park/fairplay/alma.
at last! the llamas! there was no spitting, thank zeus, but these llamas did run one hell of a race. apparently the llama race is the precursor to the annual burro race (great grandpa shorty came in 2nd place in 1952!) which we couldn't stick around for. but who doesn't prefer llamas to burros?
hehe.
run llama run!
by the by, anyone know what's up with llamas vs alpacas? are one a subset of the other? or entirely distinct animals?
this is me and shorty in his cabin he's lived in in alma since the 30s.
and another llama! sneaking up no less!
and christina eating some delicious ritz!
and me and grandma and shorty! if mom were here we'd be four generations all lined up. maybe next month...
we told shorty about christina panning for gold in the park and he graced us (well really her) with a little vial with some gold flakes he got out of his mine which we keep in our bedroom now. the essential point here is we had a lot of fun, and on the way home we stopped at this freaking awesome little coffee place and had some of the best damned frozen/iced/sweet/delicious coffee type drinks anyone has ever drunk. ever.
that's all!
the mountains, the drive up. grandma and grandpa in their bitchin hyundai.
stretch christina! your limbs are weary from 2+ hours of driving and socio-psycho-politico talky talk.
and it's so freakin purty!
ok once again blogger has randomly rearranged everything. somewhere in there we went to Burro Days in the town of Fairplay (so named, to beat out Rich and the other mystery CO historian [Adam I'm looking in your direction...], cause miners could bring their gold in to the accurate scales in town to get a **fair play** on their strikes). anyhow they had little water tables set up with pans and supposedly you could get some gold out of the sand in the bottom. christine didn't get any gold but dang if she weren't the purtiest miner for miles and miles.
more trees and mountains and skies. general purtiness. if the area around alma and fairplay (collectively known, incidentally, as SOUTH PARK yes as in the damned cartoon) was a latin american dictator it would be named Generalisimo Purty.
Great-Grandpa Shorty goes into town every day to break the fast at this lovely little spot known as the Brown Burro. you'd be doing yourself a tremendous disservice if you didn't stop there on your next trip through south park/fairplay/alma.
at last! the llamas! there was no spitting, thank zeus, but these llamas did run one hell of a race. apparently the llama race is the precursor to the annual burro race (great grandpa shorty came in 2nd place in 1952!) which we couldn't stick around for. but who doesn't prefer llamas to burros?
hehe.
run llama run!
by the by, anyone know what's up with llamas vs alpacas? are one a subset of the other? or entirely distinct animals?
this is me and shorty in his cabin he's lived in in alma since the 30s.
and another llama! sneaking up no less!
and christina eating some delicious ritz!
and me and grandma and shorty! if mom were here we'd be four generations all lined up. maybe next month...we told shorty about christina panning for gold in the park and he graced us (well really her) with a little vial with some gold flakes he got out of his mine which we keep in our bedroom now. the essential point here is we had a lot of fun, and on the way home we stopped at this freaking awesome little coffee place and had some of the best damned frozen/iced/sweet/delicious coffee type drinks anyone has ever drunk. ever.
that's all!
posted by sean at 7:08 PM
1 Comments:
when isn't christines butt crack hanging out of something??? believe me, we lived in close quarters together. I like the pic of christine strategicly placed next to the llamas. it looks like you were cut and pasted in! or it looks like you just didn't want to get too close. were they friendly?
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