Dinosaurs

Madeleine. "Is that our car, dad? Is it?" Some questions should not be answered.

After the canyons we drive to Fruita to visit a dinosaur museum. The Western Slope is one of the most active digs in the world covering the Jurassic and Cretaceous periods or 145 million years ago. The first discovery of dinosaur bones in Colorado was made near Canyon City in late 1869 referenced in a now famously lost newspaper article that referenced huge bones in a curio shop in Canon. We see bones and replicas of Diplodocinae, Ornithomimus and Tyrannosaurus while various hands-on activities keep the Shakespeares occupied. It is not a big museum but this is by no means a negative. On display through plate-glass is the broader collection which is stacked neatly in row upon row. Neat. Of equal or greater interest is McDonalds next door which has a play-pen. By the time we return to the parking lot ours the only car remaining - pictured.

On the ride home we hear a campaign add which ends with "I am John McCain and I approve this message." This leads to: "I am Eitan and I like to eat broccoli" and "I am Madeleine and I do Kumon every day." This for at least ten miles.

The Monument

The Monument includes 20,500 acres (32 square miles), much of which has been recommended to Congresss for designation as wilderness. (We learn BTW that a "Monument" is declared so by the President - in this case Taft - while a National Park is an act of Congress). The area was first explored by John Otto, a drifter who settled in Grand Junction in the early 20th century. Prior to Otto's arrival, many area residents believed the canyons to be inaccessible to humans. Otto began building trails on the plateau and into the canyons. As word spread about his work, Grand Junction sent a delegation to see what he was doing. The delegation returned praising both Otto's work and the scenic beauty of the wilderness area. The local newspaper began lobbying to make it a National Park.

The area was established as Colorado National Monument on May 24, 1911. Otto was hired as the first park ranger, drawing a salary of $1 per month. For the next 16 years, he continued building and maintaining trails while living in a tent in the park.

We learn all this and more at a nice Ranger's station where a young gal gives us the overview. The kids are entranced and more so by the gift-shop. Madeleine buys a very cool "stamp book" of all national parks in the US - there are about 400. We've already been to several including Big Trees and Black Canyon. She will have to get those later. According to the sales clerk "people go crazy about their booklets" and let us hope so.

Canyons Within Canyons

We drive to the Colorado Monument, a national park outside Grand Junction and about 65 miles from Montrose. It is seriously spectacular - my photos taken in the high-noon sun - do not do the place justice. Sheer-walled canyons, towering monoliths, colorful formations, desert bighorn, sheep, soaring eagles, and a ridgeway road that freaks Sonnet out - no railings and 1,500 foot straight drops into the valley. Wow. Our first overlook, appropriately named "cold shivers" is a road-pull off and a five minute walk across the shale. There is a protective fence at the vista but one can easily walk to various edges that make my nuts crawl into my stomach in terror. The kids are ordered away and Sonnet keeps a hand on each while I goof for some rather dangerous photographs. One trip and Pow! I'm gone.

A signage tells us: "You are standing near the head of the biggest canyon in the park (4 miles / 6 km) not far from here the canyon narrows into a ravine. Just before that it is little more than a ditch or a gully beside the road. Another few thousands years of periodic rainstorms will turn the ditch into a chasm as wide as the one in front of you."

Eitan: "Wow."

Madeleine: "Mom! Eitan called me 'midget!'"

Au Natural

Sonnet and I visit the Ouray natural springs which is clothing-optional. We've been here many befores and can agree: It mostly ain't pretty, Dear Reader. Today however we have some yuf (not that I am concentrating or anything). Ok - the hot springs temp is between 97 and 105 degrees depending on the season and the height of the water table within the eart. In order to increase the temperature of the main pond, flumes mix water from the crater and well pit of approximately 118 degrees. The Tabagueche Indians, led by Chief Ouray, soaked in the hot springs for its calming affects as well as medical healing for such ailments as arthritis. The waters have traces of Calcium, Flourine, Magnesium, Mangnese, Potassium, Sulfer and Lithium which may enhance a mood of tranquility and is used as a drug treatment for manic depression. Sonnet and I lounge sans kids and sans clothes. Hippie dippie fer sur.

Watching the men's 4X100 freestyle I yell so loudly the hotel reception calls: "Is somebody screaming?" she asks. The drama intense as A) Phelps needs the W for eight; and B) the French are quoted: "we will smash zee Americans." The American victory smashes the world record by four seconds which is unimaginable given improvements are tenths and hundredths. Anchor Jason Lezek's unofficial anchortime of 46.06 the fastest ever swum for this distance and steals the race by eight one-hundreths of a second. Lezark and Garrett Weber-Gale are Jewish BTW and Cullen Jones black - Israel's Haaretz Magazine: "Two Jews and a black man help Phelps fulfill dream." And there you have it.

The painting by Nicolai Fechin (Seated Nude, 1950); she is one of the most unusual and inventive of the Taos artists.

Ouray II

Sonnet and I revisit our favorite Beaumont Hotel for a romantic night away - kids with grand-parents, thank God. Situated in a river valley at 7,700 ft. in the middle of the Rocky Mountains is Ouray - pictured- nicknamed the "Switzerland of America." Hmmm. The town began with the Tabequache Indians, a nomadic band who traveled here in the summer to hunt the abundant forest game and to soak in what they called “sacred miracle waters”. In 1873, the famous Ute Chief, Ouray, reluctantly signed a government treaty releasing the Ute’s treasured San Juan Mountains to encroaching settlers. Chief Ouray was instrumental in keeping peace between the Ute Indians and the many settlers.The town was named in his honor.

By 1880 with the frenzy for precious metals, Ouray grew into a mining town with >2,600 people which was a large number then. Many of the buildings built between 1880-1900 still stand: the Beaumont (1886), the St Elmo Hotel (1898), the Miners Hospital (1887) and the Walsh Library (1899), to the un-restored Livery Barn (1883) and the Western Hotel Salool (1881). In 1983, both the Colorado and National Historic Authorities honored the City of Ouray as a National Historic District. Lucky us!

Mountains

I have a hard time picking a photo from our ride on 10, which is a "maintained" road off the 550 and connects to HW 50 through the Uncompahgre State Park. It snakes through some of the most dramatic, unspoiled vistas I have seen taking us to >10,000. The younger ranges of the Rocky Mountains uplifted during the late Cretaceous period (100 million-65 million years ago), although some portions of the southern mountains date from uplifts during the Precambrian (3,980 million-600 million years ago). Periods of glaciation occurred from the Pleistocen Epoch (1.8 million-70,000 years ago) to the Holocene Epoch (fewer than 11,000 years ago). Recent episodes included the Bull Lake Glaciation that began about 150,000 years ago and the Pinedale Glaciation that probably remained at full glaciation until 15,000-20,000 years ago. Water in its many forms sculpted the present Rocky Mountain landscape. Runoff and snowmelt from the peaks feed Rocky Mountain rivers and lakes with the water supply for one-quarter of the United States. The rivers that flow from the Rocky Mountains eventually drain into the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans.


I ask Eitan just now what he thought of the mountains yesterday? He replies "Mountains? What mountains?" and "I thought it was boring."

A TV announcement by local law firm Goldwater promises a large cash payment if you have had a colonic transplant. I mean - WTF?

Red Train

Both kids love the ride, which supports the fire service. Sonnet and I observe Eitan who at times difficult and demanding while others a little kid who wants a stuffed animal, which he buys and names "Mellon Bellie Colibear." Surely he is self-aware and independence comes with a price.

Fathers and Daughters

Stan and Sonnet - red engine behind them. The firemen are here in force - serving up a pancake breakfast and giving train rides to the kiddies. Most off them have mustaches and I wonder why, whether New York or Colorado or wherever, mustaches go with the job? Any case, it is cool and I tried one last summer but chickened out before returning to London. I can say with some certainty that I have never met anybody with a mustache in private equity. Too bad to because it would be memorable. Silver and I discuss my industry's diversity and along with mustaches, minorities are also poorly represented. At the annual Super Returns conference which draws >2000 delegates there is not one black person I recall and may be forty or fifty women. Everybody has a similar Hermès tie, slick hair and glasses - in short, it is a mature industry. When everybody looks the same you know any inefficiencies have been wrung out and trouble ahead.

President Bush advises the US Olympics basket ball team that "a best defense is the best offense." This insight seen by like 4 billion people. Why can't he just go away?

Is Edwards the dumbest man in America? To think this prick could have been the Democratic candidate.

Robin

Aunt Robin sells her jewelry in Ridgway. She is a natural and people gravitate to her and her wonderful Southwestern rocks. The kids are excited by the spare ribs and train rides around the grounds. It is a local affair and the setting spectacular. Robin and Ray drive from Le Veta and they are surrounded by many people they know including neighbors who also have booths. Me, I sit in a fold-out chair, drink excellent coffee and people watch - certainly a different crowd from London and fun too. Their are teenagers holding hands (Eitan aghast), women shepherding their husbands to various crafts (Stan says "crap" and I "crapola") and families running amok. OK, ours. Anyway it is a nice day in a small town in America. We are privileged.

The Olympics open with a bang! as Michael Phelps sets a world record and blows out the field in the 400 individual Medley. He is impressively cool and relaxed - which must scare the bejesus out of his competitors. Could he be my hero? It is either him or Dara Torres, races one of the fastest relay split ever but it is not enough for Gold, which goes to Netherlands. Heroes are hard to come by these days and here are two bona fides.

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Here are the little dudes doing their favorite thing: watching television. I'm pretty sure if we left food and water, we could leave the kids for, like, a week. Sonnet an I have a date last night at the movies - "Pineapple Express" (adolescent, violent - great). Two teen-agers baby-sit and I remark the divide - they are clearly not impressed by my orange cowboy hat and white flit-flops, though we make back some ground with our SUV as one remarks slyly: "sweet ride." Yes, to them, we are adults and I suppose we are too. Today we head to the Ridgeway Craft Fair where Aunt Robin sells her big and beautiful Southwest Jewelry. Sonnet now stresses to get us out of the hotel ("can't you do something to help us get out of here?" she pleads just now, angrily). And so I go, brother. We are outta here.

True Grit

Goudy: "How many men have you shot since you became a marshal, Mr. Cogburn?"
Rooster Cogburn: I never shot nobody I didn't have to.
Goudy: That was not the question. How many?
Rooster: Uh... shot or killed?
Goudy: Oh, let's restrict it to "killed" so we may have a manageable figure.

LaBoeuf: I wouldn't count too much on bein' able to shade somebody I didn't know, fella.
Rooster: I ain't never seen nobody from Texas I couldn't shade.

Rooster: Baby sister, I was born game and I intend to go out that way.

Ridgeway

We explore Ridgeway National Park which is about 7,000 feet and in Ourrey County not far from Ralph Lauren's ranch. The nearby San Juan Mountain Range has 14 of the 53 fourteeners (Fourteeners, Dear Mother, are mountains over 14,000 feet.) Among them, 14,150 foot (4,310 m) Mt Sneffel which is most prominent from our hike. The geography also notable for its layers - ridges - which back up against the blue sky offering various shades of color or darkness. The area is famous for the filming of John Wayne's "True Grit." There is a reservoir lake where we spend the mid-day and picnic then to the Stanfills for Stan's plum cake. Yum.

We take a vote the swimming pool and Madeleine exclaims "four to two - we win!" When I tell her perhaps she has her maths wrong she informs me that her two "buddies" (stuffed animals) cast the deciding votes.

I read V.S. Naipaul's "Among The Believers" which records his travels in the East shortly after the Iranian revolution. Naipaul is generally disdainful of Islam and worse, the fundamentalist who wish to return the region to its faith and yet are dependent on the West for technology, medicines and remittances. Our Pakistan fairs poorly and described as a country founded on hate: of foreigners and Hindus. Politics and progress sacrificed to faith and hence the perpetual ongoing military rule despite attempts at Democracy. The poet Mohammad Iqbal whose vision of an independent state for the Muslims of British India inspired the nation - yet he is criticised for denying the peaceful co-existence of Hindus and Muslim. Not all Pakistanies subscribe to Iqbal of course and when we were there in '97 many were openly afraid of the Sunni Islamists in Afghanistan (the Taliban) who had taken power in '96. Now they are in Pakistan's mountains.

Stars And Stripes

"My belief is we will, in fact, be greeted as liberators."
Dick Chaney, March 16, 2003

"We do not torture."
George Bush, November 13, 2005

Gunnison River

We visit Black Canyon, where a sign post tells us:

"Over a billion years ago, molten rock was squeezed into fissures forming the light-colored bands which form Black Canyon's otherwise dark walls. You are standing on one of these bands. As the hot fluid slowly cooled and hardened, minerals formed into crystals. Look closely; you may recognise flecks of mica, feldspar, quartz, and perhaps even garnet.

"These bands of lighter colored igneous rock - called pagmatite dikes - are more resistant to erosion than the dark gneissis (sounds like 'nice-es') into which they introdude. Consequently the pegmatite weathers more slowly then the gneiss. The vertical position of the dikes here, combined with their resistance to weathering, has produced the fin-like appearance of parts of the canyon's walls. You will see pegmatite at almost every overlook.

"The pegmatite dike you see across the canyon nearly half a mile away is the same one you are standing on! Imagine the cutting power of the Gunnison River."

Spectacle(s)

Madeleine and I spend the afternoon together. More correctly, I beg her to join me at the Coffee Trader and she agrees only after being promised a treat (Sonnet stays with Eitan who watches a ManU video). At CT I suggest we go to buy sun glasses for me and she immediately pipes in "great! I need new glasses too." We argue a bit and I hold up three fingers -she replies "four!" and so it goes. At the optometrists, Madeleine picks out a green, octagonal pair - no indecisiveness here (the lens BTW are non-refracting). After the spectacles we go to Silver's hair salon and again she has a vision: short on the side with a fringe - which BTW I learn was verboten by Sonnet sometime earlier. The whole thing looks, well, a little Harry Potter-ish which seems reasonable as the kids have been listening to Harry every night since, like, forever.

Madeleine announces she is the Number One student in her class. Eitan, from back seat and side of mouth: "yeah, right."

Hotel

Here is the boy in front of the Red Arrow in Montrose. We have a "suite" which gives us plenty of room to spread out. Mountain views comprehensive. It is family style fer sur and we are groovy. Sonnet will run tomorrow morning and gets out her kit. We plan on Telluride for the day tomorrow.

Any Day

Here are the kids in the dying light - I promise one last swim before bedtime. This shot taken moments before Madeleine pushes Eitan in - water quite cold - and he scrapes his bottom on the pool side. He screams and Madeleine does the natural thing - runs to her room and peeks out the window corner. I pull Eitan out and take him indoors and under the sheets. His pride hurt, that's all. My day begins trying to get my US Robotics USB phone to work with Skype. It doesn't. My day ends plugging in a VCR to watch the Soprano's. After much agitation, it does. In the middle we goof around, buy some books and crapola, go to the Montrose pool where Silver swims every morning, crack of the dawn. In short - just like any family holiday: we spend a lot of dough, get irritated with each other, have some fun, see the grand-parents and then hotel together for Harry Potter and late bedtime. I plan to stay up most of the night watching the final season of my favorite mobsters. Long over-due, Dear Reader, long over. Due.

PS: Eitan has a water-gun which he now points at me for this photo.

Montrose

We pull into Montrose following a six hour drive over the mountains ("Are we there yet dad? Are we there yet dad? Are we there yet dad? Are we there yet dad?.. . . "). We cross Monarch Pass, or the highest point, in a mountain rain-storm and have sympathy for cyclists, poor souls. We stop off at the Coyote Cafe, where we have been before at Highway 24 & 285. Our waiter Jennifer tells me she is from Minnesota and her husband New Jersey. After 9/11 they drove to Colorado and have never considered leaving. The idea of London is fascinating to her, as is the kid's accents. In similar vain, I speak to a check-out gal at Targets who is in her granny years - she is going to London with a tour group this month "but we won't stay there too long 'cuz it is so expensive." Instead her group will head to Stoke-On-Trent to see the pottery (I was not aware it is a centre) and I recommend the V&A and Courdault Art Institute. I buy the kid a stack of comics at the gas-station thinking it will be a distraction and yes, you guessed it, they fight bloody hell for certain issues - Spider Man and Fantastic Four seem to be the favorites. So yes, a distraction.

I nap at the pool yesterday and Eitan places a cheetoh under my nose to see if I will wake. "Dad it was there for like 20 seconds" he giggles. And apparently a large crowd amused too.

Eitan jonses for a football so we go to Walmart at 9PM after visiting Stan and Silver for dinner. He practices his ball-control skills in the isle. He has been on-edge for his Manchester United DVDs which arrived chez Stanfill earlier.

Thea

Here is Thea in front of her house in Dinner. She belongs to Whitney and Frank and has grown considerably since we saw her last. While the boys are at Coors stadium, the girls go for the mall and pizza and ice cream. Madeleine loads up and is satiated and content - I find her sprawled on the bed watching Harry Potter. It is 10PM, Dear Reader, or two hours past bed-time. We are on the summer program for sure. Sonnet packs madly as we prepare to drive over the Rockies, cresting at 12,000 feet. It is a scenic drive which we have done before - the reward is a natural s spring pool which I believe at 125 meters is the longest pool in the United States and grandparents. Eitan is way-excited for some Manchester United videos he knows await him in Montrose. The moving circus moves along.

Madeleine asks me to write our nanny Natasha: "When you come to our house (to check on things) could you please look after Astra because I did not manage to take her in my back-pack. She was too big. Love Madeleine" (Astra is a stuffed animal)

First Baseball

We are in Denver following a 6AM flight requiring a 3AM wake-up. Oh boy. We visit Beecher and daughter Whitney, who is Sonnet's cousin. She has two children who are super cute - ages 4 and 2 - and we spend the afternoon at the pool where the kids splash for five hours. Nothing new here. The evening highlight for the boys is baseball: Rockies v. The Senators at Coors Field. Eitan has never seen the game before and is excited - his eyes big when he sees the field for the first time on a perfect evening. Bill treats us and Whitney's husband Frank and we sit around shooting the bull and eating hot-dogs. Eitan, for the record, polishes off a slushie, hot-dog and fires, strawberry cone and candy floss (cotton candy). His face is covered in it and he is one happy boy. He keeps his concentration for most of the game but by the 7th it is all over. Besides, our side is losing and it is past bed-time. Including Eitan.

Eitan introduces a new game: fighting with hands-behind-back. Madeleine jumps in and the idea is to kick and trip-up the opponent, ie, dad. This lasts for about a minute or until the pain of a direct hit sinks in and I find myself scrambling. Away. In. Fear.

Madeleine: "I just kicked your bo-uls" (balls)