Ice Cream !

At the Candy Store in Ouray the kids score a bowl of ice scream which is described as "one scoop" (I think the cashier has under-charged us, Dear Reader). Strollers are unable to resist a comment and one guy tells Eitan to put his face in it - which he does to everybody's glee including me, snapping away.

Meanwhile, Georgia falls apart as the Russians fail to honor Sarkozy's cease fire+a Russian general indicates Poland may receive a nuclear strike in return for hosting the US missle defense shield. As Madeleine Albright points out, a game-plan for the Caucusus should have been in place "for months" given the tension in the region. But el Presidente caught off guard - this time we know it is serious BTW as Bush shortens his summer holiday to deal with the crisis (who can forget Bush on vacation August in its entirety in 2001 and of course during Katrina). Yes, our frat-boy leader gets duped again by the foreseeable circumstance - recall his most famous love-in: "I looked the man in the eye. I found him to be very straight forward and trustworthy and we had a very good dialogue. I was able to get a sense of his soul." George Bush has discredited an entire field of advanced study - all MBAs, including myself, are shamed.

Madeleine: "Do you think Michael Phelp's dog knows that he is a champion?"

Ridgway III

We meet Katie and Mark in Ridgway- yes, our third time at the True Grit restaurant but it is between Ouray and Telluride so a convenient point de rendez-vous. Sonnet stays at her folks and the gathering of the Women That Lunch - Silver's book club. The gals are buzzy about London, the V and A AND fashion. Mon dieu - Sonnet has ticked every box and gives a small presentation while I am outta there with the kiddos. From the Grit, we head to the Ouray springs where we soak for like three hours then to the Stanfills for dinner. Meanwhile after dinner and the children retired I cannot find Blockbuster Video - I mean, what is up with that? I drive the sprawl like four or five times and somehow miss the enormous signage which I know is somewhere for Christ's sake. Maybe I am old or maybe they are closed, which seems unlikely on a Friday night. Anyway, I pick up Sonnet a DQ "Blizzard" via the drive-in and feel very small-town. It is a good feeling, BTW. I also check out a young guy and his gal at the City Market. They are super flirty and sexy - he's dusty from his day job and wearing construction boots while she has her tight fitting tighty up top. He cashes a $350 check and after forever they take their beer and Red Bulls into the weekend. Pay day for sure.

Red Barn

The Red Barn on Main St is freely described as Montrose's "most famous restaurant" and not far from where we are staying, lucky us. It is a family favorite, without doubt, and serves up mostly Western Fair which means steak (Sterling Silver Certified Premium Beef, Dear Reader). In my opinion they would easily compete with New York's best - and of course, like any good steak house, they take themselves a bit too seriously. Their web site notes: "Where Rumours (sic) end....and Legends begin." There is a terrific bar, darked-out of course, with multiple televisions showing American sports (but not the Olympics). Locals drink mostly hard liqueur (lik-ur) but sometimes Coors. Red Barn has been in Montrose over 40 years and reminds me of The Oyster Bar in Sarasota which is a similar old-style institution my mom discovered in the 1950s when her family drove from Ohio to Sarasota for the summers. The Barns final selling point, also from the website, notes "....all guaranteed to leave you full, not broke." Bravo in my book.

Madeleine: "look I'm getting breasts." (I tell her to pipe down and enjoy her kid-hood).

I tell Eitan and Madeleine we are hiking to the top of a visible peak before the pool. Madeleine wales but Eitan surprisingly cool: "You cannot fool me anymore dad" the boy says.

Madeleine disparagingly to me: "why can't we have a third kid who I can talk to?"

Madeleine on Eitan's newly acquired stuffed bear: "He loves him more than the family."

Montrose II

Some more on Montrose:

Montrose was incorporated in 1882 and named after Sir Walter Scott's Legend of Montrose. The Denver & Rio Grande railroad building west toward Grand Junction reached Montrose later in 1882 and Montrose became an important regional shipping center with a branch railroad line serving the mineral rich San Juan Mountains to the south.

In 1909 the Gunnison Tunnel opened providing irrigation water from the Gunnison River in the Black Canyon to Uncompahgre Valley helping turn Montrose into an agricultural hub as well.

Today Montrose serves as the gateway to the Black Canyon of the Gunnison National Park to the east of town, and winter transportation hub to ski areas of the San Juan Mountains to the south.

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Montrose Stats

Katie arrives to great excitement.

Here is some data on Montrose:

As of the census of 2000, there were 12,344 people, 5,244 households, and 3,319 families residing in the city. The population density was 1,076 people per square mile. There were 5,581 housing units at an average density of 486 sq mile. The racial makeup of the city was 8% white, 0.44% African American, 0.98% Native American, 0.58% Asian, 0.07% Pacific Island, 6.55% from other races and 2.38% from two or more races. Hispanic or Latino of any race were 17.36% of the population.

There were 5,244 households out of which 28.2% had children under the age of 18 living with them, 49.8% were married couples living together, 10.2% had a female householder with no husband present, and 36.7% were non-families. 31.9% of all households were made up of individuals and 16.2% had someone living alone who was 65 years of age or older. The average household size was 2.29 and the average family size was 2.88.

In the city the population was spread out with 23.9% under the age of 18, 7.2% from 18 to 24, 25.8% from 25 to 44, 22.5% from 45 to 64, and 20.6% who were 65 years of age or older. The median age was 40 years. For every 100 females there were 90.8 males. For every 100 females age 18 and over, there were 87.2 males.

The median income for a household in the city was $33,750, and the median income for a family was $42,017. Males had a median income of $30,674 versus $21,067 for females. The per capital income for the city was $18,097. About 11.3% of families and 14.7% of the population were below the poverty line, including 19.9% of those under age 18 and 9.8% of those age 65 or over.

Stitch

Silver saves Mellon Orange Belly Collie Bear who, despite a $22 price tag, is not made to er world class.

Montrose has God everywhere. Sonnet counts at least five places of worship on her morning run including two Episcopalian within four blocks of each other (one reformed, Dear Sister). We pass by a sign on the main drag that asks: "Is God your pilot or co-pilot?" (I am not sure what the right answer is). 58% of the city is religious compared to 50% of America. Catholics are most present at 22% followed by Protestant (15%) and Methodist and Lutheran each at 8%. There are no Muslims surprise-surprise. This is big time Republ-e-cun territory with 69% of the voters registered that way and the GOP main offices on Main Street. Guns, God and gays oh my. I know to keep my mouth shut when at Walmarts.

Katie arrives at the Chuck Jaeger International Airport ("international" because of a flight to Mexico) and I kick-fight the kids at the airport. The idea to kick your opponent - no hands allowed and only one child at a time. We really wack each other too - and despite the hard hits, the kids squeal in delight and no tears. My new game drives kids wild and Sonnet crazy but what the heck - it burns some energy.

Eitan refuses sun block and looks me square in the eye: "I'd rather get cancer."

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."