This Little Piggy Went To Steamboat


A Lake Just Outside Of Town, Steamboat, Colorado

It was another weekend spent in the mountains. This time we headed up to Steamboat for the 4th annual pig roast. We got up there on Friday night and after a large plate of Szechuan at the Canton. We headed over to Mahogany Ridge. I was looking forward to hearing a Grateful Dead/Metallica cover band but was disappointed by some salsa crap. I don’t mind a little salsa music, but when you are expecting the incredible blend of heavy & hippy, salsa simply doesn’t satisfy.

Saturday morning we grabbed a bite at Winonas. I highly suggest this place. Everything we had was great. I had the Lox Omelet (being Yom Kippur and all), which was delicious. Don’t forget to get one of the cinnamon rolls that are larger than your head and literally ooze with icing.


Mad Creek Hiking Trail, Steamboat


Mad Creek Hiking Trail, Steamboat


Mad Creek Hiking Trail, Steamboat

After breky, we went up hiking at Mad Creek. We had a quick, but beautiful, 3 mile, in-and-out hike. If you haven’t been reading the annex lately, I’m getting into this whole leaf changing thing and the higher elevations in Colorado are perfect for some peeping. After the hike it was down to Strawberry Park for a soak. Strawberry Park is also another really cool place were natural hot springs and some incredible masonry/stonework divides a naturally running river into separate cells with varying water temperatures.


The 4th Annual Steamboat Pig Roast, Steamboat


The 4th Annual Steamboat Pig Roast, Steamboat

The pig roast was a blast. Thanks to everyone in steamboat for their hospitality. There was a fun and generous group of people (the bus driver for Crosby, Stills & Nash excepted) up there who hooked us up with beds, beer, entertainment, a bon fire, dinner and laughs. Not to mention a pig.

The Cheap Decadence Of Nature


Rock Outcroppings, Mount Margaret Trail, Red Feathers Lakes


Rock Outcroppings, Mount Margaret Trail, Red Feathers Lakes


Changing Aspens, Mount Margaret Trail, Red Feathers Lakes


Stormy Clouds, Mount Margaret Trail, Red Feathers Lakes


Stormy Clouds, Mount Margaret Trail, Red Feathers Lakes

I had to take advantage of one of the last warm (really) weekends of the year and head up to the high country for some hiking and sitting around the campfire again.

But first on Friday after work I went and grabbed a bite at El Noa Noa for a big ole Super Burrito. The fair was mediocre the atmosphere was top-notch, (a trend among Mexican restaurants in Denver is that atmosphere in inversely correlated to how good the food actually is) particularly the patio. Afterward I watched Splendor, which was terrible and predictable. I fell asleep about half way.

On Saturday, after sleeping in and doing a couple of chores, I headed up to the Red Feather Lakes region to meet my brother and Pandy and do some camping (specifically at the Belleaire Lake Campground). After arriving we all walked down to Bellaire Lake to do some fishing. It sucked because the fish were jumping all over the place. You could literally see them jumping into the air grabbing flies. There were constant ripples in the lake. The guy next to us caught 7 or 8 fish. The guy next to him caught 6 or seven. The guy next to him caught several more. My brother and I didn’t catch shit. Ooops, I take that back. My brother caught a crawdad on one of his worms. After a discouraging day of fishing we all went back and cooked up some dinner and sat around the camp fire and told stories.

On Sunday after waking up, fixing breakfast and tearing down camp we all headed out to the Mt. Margaret Trail system to hike around and rock climb (boulder). The hike was really easy but had several large, unique, rocky outcroppings, which made for great scrambling and bouldering. Fortunately, we barely beat a storm out. After the hike we had a late lunch at the Ever Open Cafe in Ft Collins. After heading home, napping and washing up we met my Dad and his wife out for some dinner.
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Hubs’ Fun Weekend Twelve Step Program

Step one – Leave work early
Step two – Meet G, brother, Pandy and Pandy’s mom for dinner and drinks at Magiannos (thanks Linda!)
Step three – Nightcappers at Lounge
Step four – Sleep in till eleven
Step five – Head up to boulder for a “stock the bar party”
Step six – Slowy unstock the bar throughout the night
Step seven – Head over to the Atomic Cowboy for a birthday party
Step eight – Go to Pete’s Kitchen for a late night paddy melt
Step nine – Sleep in till eleven
Step ten – Go to the Rockies last home game of the season
Step eleven – Spend all afternoon in one of the tents at Mao’s eating sushi at discount
Step twelve – Finish the weekend off with a couple of $1 PBR’s at the Shamrock

Roughing It


Refreshing the feet, Cataract Lake, Eagles Nest Wilderness

I went up camping for the first time in a couple of years over this past weekend. Granted, I’ve been up in the mountains hiking around and skiing uncountable times. I just haven’t spent the night. So I loaded up the car with my brother, Pandy, and a bunch of her friends from school. We headed up to the Gore Range.


Elliot Creek Campground, Green Mountain Reservoir

We all had a little trouble finding a camping spot that we liked but we finally settled on a campground near Green Mountain Reservoir. It was a decent site with a few trees for shade, plenty of room for all of our tents, a fire ring, and wasn’t crowded.


Masturbate & Tackle, Green Mountain Reservoir


Bro Fishing, Cataract Lake, Eagles Nest Wilderness


Grilled Cheese & Franks Dinner, Elliot Creek Campground

When camp was a set up we headed up the road to get some worms and do some fishing. After a very unsuccessful evening of fishing, we gathered up some wood (most of wich was purchased at the bait shop back in town) and started the fire. The reminder of the night we proceeded to drink beer, eat way too many fire hot franks and spin plenty o’ yarn bullshit. Late in the night we did a little more fishing of the full moon type, again unsuccessfully.


Nightscape, Elliot Creek Campground
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Wasted Youth

I felt bad coming into work this morning. Not because I didn’t want to be there. In fact, I’m looking forward to today because I’m going to cut out early in order to go golfing this afternoon. No, work has nothing to do with it. I felt bad because I completely wasted the weekend and didn’t even realize how big of a waste it was till I sat down in my little cube this morning. Oh well. It was relaxing anyway. I had lots of time on the couch. We like each other – me and my couch.

A highlight of the weekend was going over to Gijyun’s for a little off the wagon party. I invited along my brother and Pandy. It’s always interesting meeting other bloggers for the first time. This was no exception. Gijyun was really cool, our conversations flowed really easy and we were even often talking over each other, and my brother and Pandy (as well as myself) totally loved hanging around and getting to know her. Somehow we all ended up getting a little loud and we managed to piss off the neighbors which is always a bonus in my book. Anyway, I had a great time, thanks Gijyun.

Sleep, Chore, BBQ, Drink

God it was nice having a three-day weekend. This time around it’s not the three-day weekend that I treasure so much as the four-day workweek that follows it. I kicked off my long weekend early and left work at 1:00. I went to meet Sabrina at Pasquini’s. We split an early supper consisting of portabella mushroom pizza, pitchers of sangria and good conversation. Afterwards I headed home for a nap and a recharge before meeting Leber and the crew out for drinks at the uptown. To finish off a long day, I went and had a night capper at the hippy bar.

I slept in on Saturday and spent much of the morning napping. In the afternoon I went CD shopping and picked up a birthday present for A.P. That evening I went to A.P.’s surprise birthday party. It was a great time. I had been to maybe only two surprise birthday parties before then (one of them being mine) and they’re tons of fun. The building anticipation and excitement in the minutes before the party’s recipient arrives is wonderful. And it’s all the tension is released in a giant smile once they figure out what is going on. Well, that’s what happened in A.P.’s case anyway.

I slept in on again on Sunday because, naturally, that is what I do on weekends. And although I spent an hour or so doing laundry, I spent most of the morning trying to burn a CD. Every time it got to about the 5th song my stupid computer would peter out and I wouldn’t be able to get the CD made. I wasted about 4 hours and just as many blank disks and still never got the fucker working. In the evening I headed over to Lebers for another cookout. Another wonderful evening huddled around the chiminia drinking mai tais and eating burgers and hot dogs.

I slept in again on Monday (are you beginning to see a trend) and spent what little was left of the morning cleaning my bathroom, a chore I hate more than any next to doing the dishes. In the evening I headed over to my mom’s house for a steak and potato weekend wind-down.

I guess I could have just said work, drink, pizza, drink, sleep, chore, bbq, drink, sleep, chore, bbq, drink, sleep chore, bqq, sleep.

Rainy Day Weekends

Lot’s of good sleep, good times, and an hour mysteriously taken away at midnight on Saturday seemed to make the weekend fly by.

I headed over to my brothers on Saturday where I found out that our kickball game this Friday was canceled due to rain. I wasn’t that bummed, I just hope there is a make up game. In lieu of sports, my brother and me decided to go out and drink beer and play pool. We had a good time messing with the freaks at the Streets of London and ended up closing down the bar despite our inability to win a single game of pool the entire night.

I woke up on Saturday and cleaned up the apartment a bit. Afterwards I went and met the boys out at Wynkoop for some more pool. All my guy friends are married and their wives were attending a baby shower. So naturally they called me to join them in their afternoon out. When the baby shower ended all of their cell phones started ringing at the same time and it was time to go. I walked home afterwards cause I live close by.

I grabbed a burger on my way home and settled down to watch Dancer In The Dark. It was surprisingly good. I was already a fan of Bjork’s music (I don’t own any of her music but I like it) but was surprised by her acting ability. I’m usually not a fan of musicals but this one gets my recommendation. Not spectacular, but enjoyable.

On Sunday I unintentionally slept in not realizing it was daylight savings day. I spent the morning watching trashy MTV shows, doing laundry, and finishing my book. Later in the afternoon my brother came over to jump my car because I had inadvertently left the lights on the day before. After that I drove around the neighborhood for a while trying to recharge the battery and looking for houses for sale. Afterwards I met some friends a newly visited restaurant for dinner.

Burnt

I’m fried. Literally and figuratively.

I went up to Winter Park for a ski/cook out. Spring skiing is the best for this. I had friends that reserved parking spots at the base of the mountain so we can ski down to our bbq spot. When I arrived a cop was guarding the “full-lot barricade” making sure nobody else tries to park there.

“Hey buddy, mind if I pull in real quick and drop off some bbq supplies to my friends. They got here earlier and I just want to dump some stuff off to them,” I said. He looked at me, trying to read my face and then over to his partner as if to say, “Should I let this punk get away with his bullshit?” Then he steps back and eyes my car up and down, noticing the cracked bumper, both broken tail lights, and web of cracks along the windshield.
“What are you driving?” he asks.
“Oh this. This is just a Mazda Protege. A ’91,” I reply knowing the there is no way he could be impressed with this.
“Come on in. You’ve been expected.” He says without smiling while lifting up the road block barricade.

I felt like some sort of VIP pulling up to our cookout. About 15-20 good friends. A couple of portable grills and enough hamburgers, hotdogs, beans, pickles, beer and rice crispy treats to feed an army. Sunny, 60 degree weather, and lots of sun screen. Slushy snow, t-shirts and bumps all morning long. It was a great day and left me tired and sunburnt.

That night, after napping for an hour or two I went over to Lebers for more cookout and a bunch of Lebers perfectly created Mai Tais. The I went over another friends and crashed the after perfect circle party they were having. I ended up staying up way too late again.

Sunday I spent getting more sunburnt and lazing the day away.