We have been getting rain again lately. It is sorely needed. It looks like we have had about 3/4 of an inch in the last five days. I have been irrigating for Edie because she doesn’t do well in the heat of the day. The neighbor we share the ditch with has been gone for four days and when he came back decided he did not want the water yet. I never thought I would say this but even in this drought, we need to shut off the water for a while. Everything is wet deep and needs to rest.
Saturday we went up Rifle creek to Three Forks and had a picnic lunch. Then on the way back down were going to stop at Rifle Falls and just relax for a while. But, on the way down we met up with the Roe family who was up there for a family picnic so we joined them for an hour or so. It was really nice to spend time with them. They are some of our favorite families and their kids are “our kids” too. Rifle creek is one of my cherished places. As a kid when we got the chance to go there it seemed almost magical because the water was so pure and cold and the whole canyon was quiet like no place else. We used to pick wild watercress out of the creek and make sandwiches when we went with the Reid family.
Now the canyon is world famous for the sheer cliffs that the rock climbers like to use. Where we were picnicking apparently is a favorite spot of some of the rock climbers. There were two tables there, and we were using both as we had a large party. A climber drove up and stated angrily that we were taking up too much room and he “wanted to park there”. I explained that there was a place to park across the road if he wanted but we were using this spot. Then later several climbers walked through our site, and I mean through. One girl even pushed her way through us as we were talking instead of going five feet around us. Why is it that people think that it is all about them? What has happened to being civilized and courteous? Even Rifle Creek, my favorite place of relaxation has become rude. Regardless we had a good time.
Yesterday after church and lunch some of us went to the VA Nursing Home in Rifle for our monthly devotional with them. It is always a great experience. While there I saw Tom Fritzlan, father of Vickie Zang, and a man I had helped feed his horses when he was laid up for a while. He is an interesting man, very independent, strong willed and opinionated. I like him. He has on of the strongest grips I have ever encountered. When he shakes your hand he looks you right in the eye and squeezes hard. You know you have had your and shook! His grip is still strong but doesn’t bring tears to your eyes now. As I looked around at the other patients there I wondered about their lives and what stories they could tell if you could get them to open up. Old, worn-out bodies, some worn-out minds but still lives that meant the world to many. A treasure trove of knowledge now sitting alone and unused.
Next weekend is the annual church camping trip. This year it is at Meadow Lake up on the flattops. Linda is not interested in going and I haven’t made up my mind yet. It seems like a lot of work to go to Fruita, get all the gear, prepare the food, set up camp, then tear it all down, load it up, clean it and take it back to Fruita just for Friday night and Saturday. It will be fun though to be up there again and spend time with those I love.
I am trying to get Cowboy Politic up again. This is the site where I do my ranting about the current state of affairs. I have finally encouraged a couple of other folks to post on the site as well. Check it out. If you want to comment it is open for that. If you would like to post on a somewhat regular basis let me know and I will get you set up. It is quite easy once you see the layout. Just let me know what you want your username to be and whether you wish to hide your identity. It is good to vent so go ahead. I would love to get a lively discussion going there.