Storm Watch from Snowy Hills

An hour hike yesterday…

starting out

starting out

bit further along

bit further along

curious about that hilly ridge south of me

curious about that hilly ridge south of me

where the hike went off trail uphill to the south

where the hike went off trail uphill to the south

gained a hill shoulder, looking west into the storm...

gained a hill shoulder, looking west into the storm…

and east toward the plains

and east toward the plains

found a snow dune

found a snow dune

and a volcanic rock, a bomb from some ancient eruption or a meteorite or a foreign rock brought in by an old rancher as a joke on passers-by

and a volcanic rock, a bomb from some ancient eruption or a meteorite or a foreign rock brought in by an old rancher as a joke on passers-by

backtracking east to the curious ridge
backtracking east to the curious ridge

back west, snow dunes from above and the mountain storm
back west, snow dunes from above and the mountain storm

higher
higher

and the contrasting west

and the contrasting west

the curious ridge is edge of a flattop hill

the curious ridge is edge of a flattop hill

 

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storm views, a frozen lake from the top

storm views, a frozen lake from the top

More Water Sunday and Monday’s Post-Rain Foothill Street Hike in Boulder

Flooding...

Flooding in Colorado

Trails in Boulder County Open Spaces closed from flooding Monday, so a street hike was the next best thing. Mostly. Except seeing flood damage.

Trails in Boulder County Open Spaces were closed from flooding Monday, so a street hike was the next best thing. Mostly. Except seeing flood damage which I didn’t photograph out of respect.

A few more photos and videos coming soon.

Discoveries While Running

Running yielded a discovery on Saturday. Took a foothills run in a nearby city in a 67 degree breeze and found a sledding hill. It was all dry grass with green sprigs emerging, wooded at the bottom and each tree fixed with padding as ski lift columns are. Hay stacks lined the shrubberies of yards along the running path, to stop the flying tobogganers and sledders. I remember thinking, ” wouldn’t it be nice if we had just one more sizable snow…”

Sure enough, a storm is blowing in as I write this. Gratitude follows the zero drops of my feet.