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As we started down the trail, these rocks towered up ahead of us.

A short distance along was the first in a series of beaver ponds.

A closer look at the beaver pond. Unfortunately, you can see a lot of  rusty red beetle-killed evergreen trees in the background. The pine bark beetle has taken a huge toll on the forests here in the last few years. The pond itself was a wonder – full of huge tadpoles and waterbugs. Blue dragonflies hovered over it everywhere. Lee saw one of the resident beavers just as it ducked under the water. There were several more ponds like this one strung along the first part of the trail, ringed with scrub willows and water grasses.

 The area near the beaver ponds was lush and green with aspen groves and wildflowers. In fact, there were wildflowers everywhere and I could have taken a hundred photos just of those.

As we went around the base of Turtle Rock and away from the beaver ponds, there were fewer aspen and more of the huge granite boulders the area is known for.

A huge rocky outcropping, with more of the beetle-killed trees in the foreground.

 The sky was still blue here; this was before the thunderstorm started rolling in.

One of nature’s rock sculptures on the far side of the trail, where everything is dryer. You can see the grey-green color of the sagebrush in the foreground. There are not nearly so many aspen here – it is mostly fir and pine trees along with the sagebrush.

Moss, lichen and tree-covered boulder

A brave aspen growing between several boulders. You can see that the sky is starting to cloud up a little bit here.

This sheet of smooth granite was typical on the far side of Turtle Rock. As you can see, the thunderstorm was definitely lurking by now, and the rumbles had me moving more quickly than I liked. It definitely put a crimp in my photography.

As we came back around to the side where we started, this tiny stream was trickling along.

The scenery grew lush and green again. Shortly after this, we made it back to the parking lot. We managed to beat the thunderstorm – it started raining on the way home. What a wonderful way to spend my birthday afternoon.

-Jane (c) 2010

This is a step that each of my children has taken in turn. For the first time in 23 years, I won’t have someone in school. No more last minute potlucks, cooking projects or letters from school that I may or may not want to open. No more school district bureaucracy. No more school photos or yearbooks. No more piles of school papers in the front room and no more questions about whether or not homework is done. No more rushes so that there won’t be tardies at school.

Tonight, to the strains of a high school band playing “Pomp and Circumstance”, this all ends. My children are all adults in more ways than they aren’t. 233 young men and women will file into the Auditorium Arena and be dismissed into the world. And I won’t have any more kids doing this, ever.

I am a firm believer in life being about the journey and not the destination, but this is one day that I kind of wish I could hit the pause button on. For one last day, I have a child in high school.

We have loved ones coming to watch and celebrate with us. We won’t have all of the ones who came to watch the older kids; the relatives who will come today are those who are still alive and healthy enough to travel. This is a sadness in and of itself, but we are grateful for those who can come. Our family will be together for one more time before they scatter to the four winds – is it any wonder that I wish I could hang onto this moment?

We won’t have Grandma Fran, who died last year and will be remembered with love, or Granny, who isn’t living in the same reality as the rest of us anymore. We won’t have Grandma or Grandpa either, because they can’t travel up here. We’ll have Auntie and Uncle, though, and Lyra’s new husband and his parents, so our family group loses and gains people.

So as I sit here and reflect on the changes since the first high school graduation ten years ago, the one eight years ago and the most recent one five years ago, and I think about the changes that become realities tonight,  I can’t help but let a tear or two leak out. Memories, lives, changes, and then there’s me holding on for dear life and marveling at it all. Marveling at the people my children have become and wishing I could hold it all forever – or at least savor it just a little bit longer.

Aaron, buddy, here’s to you and the world opening up in front of you. And don’t forget to stop by and give your parents a hug now and then. We’ll like that.

-Jane – May 28, 2010

We first encountered Fish Creek while biking along the bike path where the creek joins the Yampa RIver. It is sparklingly clear.

The  pond in the Botanical Gardens. Most of the photos from here were of autumn flowers. It was a beautiful spot.

A rocky outcropping on the path to Fish Creek Falls

 Fish Creek Falls, from the bridge at the bottom. I would love to see these in the spring, with a winter’s worth of melt water crashing down the cliff face.

More of the falls. I wish the camera could show the scale of things better. The size of the trees at the top, rather than the ones farther down, shows how tall they are, though.

This rock is right by the bridge below the Falls – you can see how the churning waters have worn away at the rock.

Pat on the bridge looking up at the falls.

The water in Fish Creek was so very clear

This tree on a trail on the far side of the falls has spread out its root and is holding on to the mountainside for dear life. This trail went another five miles up to Long Lake. Unfortunately, I didn’t think my feet were quite up to five miles there and then five miles back, especially as it was mid-afternoon already.

Autumn in the aspen grove. There were also plenty of evergreens – pine, spruce, fir and cedar, the mountain ash with its bright red berries, and some species of oak tree.

This was taken from an overlook on the way to the upper view of the Falls.

Looking down the hill at the turning trees

The falls from the upper overlook. You could still hear them roaring quite clearly.

More of the falls from above

Turning aspen on the crown of this hill, and the blue sky above

Some fellow hikers pointed out this little fellow, a green snake, running for cover up a small slope. He ducked under a root shortly after this.

Looking down at the trees again

The day was warm and sunny and perfect for the trip to Fish Creek Falls.

-She Wolf (c) 2008

Steamboat Springs is a resort/ski community in the north central Rocky Mountains in Colorado. The town got its name when early explorers found the hot springs there and noticed that they sounded like a steamboat chugging when they bubbled. That certainly makes sense, as the Yampa River that flows through the town is canoe sized, not steamboat sized!

The day we arrived, we settled into the unit we would stay in for the week, and then the second day we took a ski gondola to the top of the ski area and walked a nature trail on top of the mountain. (Yes, despite my absolute terror of heights, I rode the gondola to the top. It helped that it was enclosed all the way around. I even got up the courage to enjoy the view and take some photos through the slightly blurry glass.)

These photos are from the first two days. I gave my camera quite a workout the entire time and will end up with several posts.

These rocks give Rabbit Ears Pass its name. Rabbit Ears is the pass that takes you into Steamboat Springs from the east.

American author Mark Twain keeps watch on a corner in downtown Steamboat. Around the corner were benches with Benjamin Franklin and Abraham Lincoln on them.

Here is the gondola going up the mountain. If you look carefully, you can see the gondola cars in the bottom section, near the housing.  Sunday was its last trip of the summer/fall season, carrying hikers and mountian bikers to the summit. It won’t open up again until the ski season starts in a couple of months.

Here is one of the photos I took in the ride up the mountian, once I relaxed and started to enjoy the ride. I was careful not to move a lot, though, because I got nervous when the gondola car rocked.

A view from the ski area

A view through the aspen and evergreen trees  – you can see the mountains beyond them.

Another view out over the valley

The moutain ash were turning orange and looked very festive with their bright red clusters of berries.

Moutain ash, ferns that were a beautiful gold, and an old stump made a nice picture.

Pat looking out at the view

You can see a few patches of aspen beginning to turn on the slopes here.

This boulder appears to be imprisoned by the aspen…hmm… I may smell a story here.

Layer of trees, including some lovely golden ones…

Mossy rocks and golden leaves

A colorful meadow slope

A passage way – and perhaps another story

The plant with the interestingly shaped large leaves is the Thimbleberry plant.

The path was damp from the rain showers that kept coming and going.

Cloudy skies and spots of turning aspen on the mountain side

I know there were a lot of pictures in this post, but if you knew how many I took…I really worked to get the number down this far. I’ll post more later this week.

– She Wolf (c)2008

This area is just east of Laramie, about 15 minutes up the interstate highway and then a longer ride up and down dirt forest service roads. It it popular with hikers, picnickers, campers, rock climbers, and in the winter, cross country skiers. The terrain is spectacular, ranging from rolling grassy hills to huge rocky outcroppings to beaver ponds and cool green glades of aspen trees. Here are a few of the photos from the afternoon.

Sign at Vedauwoo

A close up of the sign. The granite is mostly pink, but grey on the outside where it is weathered.

The plains just go rolling on forever

A rocky crown to this mountain

Rocks by the road

One view of Crow Resevoir

Massive rocks on the mountains

There are countless rocky outcroppings like this one scattered all over the meadows here. Most of them have scrubby, stunted and twisted pine trees growing them, in the meager shelter they provide from the icy winter winds and snow.

The aspen are just starting to turn gold here and there.

I love the play of light in an aspen grove.

This rock looks like it is balancing.

What you can’t see in this is the sheer scale of the rocks. This overhang, known locally as potato chip because it looks like one from the other side, is a popular rapelling spot for rock climbers. If there were any there today, they would look like dots on the face of the rock.

This is just to the right of the previous picture. There actually are climbers here – but they are too small to see in this photo.

Now can you see the climbers? This gives an idea of the size of the rocks at Vedauwoo. It is a very popular rock climbing place; both of the older boys climbed here in high school.

Here’s a big hunk of granite.

This is just plain pretty.

I didn’t get any beaver pond photos; those will have to wait for another time. I hope you enjoyed these – I sure enjoyed taking them.

-She Wolf (c)2008

The leftover pigeon is being dropped.

You can see the dark “hood” of feathers.

Another view

Just hanging around

Here you can see the sizes of the falcon and the crow, who returned to his territory after the falcon was done eating!

-She Wolf (c) 2008

When I left my building, a snow flurry was just starting.

It was adding to the load of snow on this tree.

By the time I had walked the four blocks across campus, blue skies were showing again behind this wonderful fancy frosted roofline on the geology building.

The mix of snow and sun has made icicles, like these tiny ones hanging off of this fir tree.

This dinosaur is wearing a cap of snow and has his mouth filled with it!

Back over by my building, this tree looks like it is full of giant balls of cotton instead of snow!

-She Wolf (c) 2008

The view from my front step

Down the street to the west

The neighbor’s yard and truck

The crabapple trees in my backyard

Snow scallops decorating the back fence

-She Wolf (c) 2008

Please enjoy these autumn photos.

Autumn beauty never fails to awe and amaze me.

-She Wolf (c) 2007