From a long-time blog reader, Onefly: “This is hard to pinpoint, but it’s 65 miles north of the New Mexico state line and 50 miles north of Trinidad,CO, with Taos,NM 100 miles south west over the wind turbines.”
WOW! Thank you, Onefly!
Linda
A surprise arrived from my sister and brother-in-law, who live in Grand Junction, Colorado.
It was a Mother’s Day present for Mom, but in reality, it was a gift FOR ME!!! Boomer! Boomer Brown! (I love saying my name! BOOMER, BOOMIE BROWN!)
Sherlock Boomer!
Now I can wear this when I’m on the case.
Not only that—
I’m the face of the Beagle wearing the hat on the lady’s, Gale Moore’s web page of Doggy Duds!
Sherlock Boomer Brown, Your Servant and Detective Extraordinaire
Boomer
We took a short ride. Just over California Mesa, onto the Highway 50 heading toward Grand Junction, Colorado.
Close to Dead Man’s Curve we turned off, traveled onto a rutted dirt road. We were taking a break from the ordinariness of every day. A small hike within the desert landscape that is home to rare plants, Indian rock art and rugged rock formation is all we wanted. Nothing more than an hour. There was still necessary things to do back home and evening was descending.
Above us Highway 50 was filled with fast moving vehicles traveling 65 m.p.h. I”m sure they never even looked into the rugged area alongside the highway.
That’s alright…works for me.
Way down the canyon road live fruit farmers …some of the riches and most delicious fruit comes from down in this canyon.
You can see the highway going from the point in the middle to the left side of the photo. The blue mountain in the center is Grand Mesa, the right side shows a part of canyon hill.
We didn’t stay long. Just a short hike.
Back home (after doing the last of evening chores) we sat on the patio watching the evening turn into black velvet skies, shimmering with stars and the early rising moon.
Sunday breaks are very necessary.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Yesterday we started on the clean up of the equipment area. The first to go is the old grain head, plus a bunch of other stuff that we piled into the back of the pick up.
Terry did all the work, I just drove the tractor to and fro. There are just somethings I draw the line at–things that could smash something, wreck something, in general get me yelled at and make me feel doubly bad.
It works out perfectly this way.
Then early this morning, while the ground was still frozen, we hauled the scrap up to Montrose, Colorado.
Those huge machines up there are always rather exciting to see. This machine picked up the extremely large grain head like it was a piece of paper.
Done! The only green spot in the whole pile.
Now we start loading up stuff for the consignment sales. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but the time has come.
The setting sun was wonder last night. We have not been having any clouds for days, but a few blew in allowing the dying rays to bring warm colors to the winter sky.
You Farm Friend,
Linda
Then on the way home, we drove the ‘back road’ from Cedaredge into Delta, where a wonderland exists for dirt back riders, and other people who like to play on these barren hills.
Life on a Colorado Farm 