Places We Went Camping and Fishing

Now that Jennifer has moved out of the house, I've been riding more in California and Colorado. Yesterday, I ended up crossing Webster Pass, and then riding up above Montezuma. I passed one of our old campgrounds, and the thought occurred to me that a) I might never go camping with Jennifer again and b) she wouldn't really have any way to know where it was that we had camped when she was younger.

So, I thought that I'd post a link on Peenie Wallie so that, if she should ever wonder where it was that we used to camp, she could come to this site an possibly see where it was that we had camped. It's a long shot, but it's easy enough for me to post.

1) We used to camp above Montezuma, Colorado. This is just above Keystone in Summit County. This was where we took the rabbit camping, and took our ATV's, and did some 4 wheeling. The bunny chewed through he leash and escaped. It was my fault and I'm sorry. To get here, drive through the tiny town of Montezuma, Colorado. Continue on Montezuma Road and you come to a small parking lot. Keep going up Montezuma Road (Summit County Rd 5) a short distance, and you'll see where we used to camp on the left, on the side of the road, by Deer Creek. Warning: This is outdoor camping. No facilities here. Here's a map that shows where we camped. We rode the ATV's up above here for a short distance. This campsite is easily accessible in a car.

2) We used to camp at the West Chicago Creek Campground just south of Idaho Springs. There are facilities at this place, and you can make reservations, as I recall. But I think most of the time we just camped on the side of the creek. To find these campgrounds, just go south out of Idaho Springs like you're going up to Mt Evans on Colorado 103, and turn right at the first switchback. This place is fairly close, easily accessible by car, and has facilities. Here's some pictures from one of our camping trips to West Chicago Creek.

3) We camped up on Chinns Lake up by St Mary's Glacier. Here are some photos from one of our camping trips to Chinns Lake, but now I'm thinking maybe we camped there more than once. This lake is difficult to access. Somehow, we took the Tahoe up there, with a canoe and the ATV's, as I recall. But it's not easy to access. No facilities. Very difficult 4wd trail, but a beautiful lake. This is where the people were playing loud music at night and daddy had to fire the pistol several times and tell them to "turn that shit off". Here's a map that shows how to get there.

4) We used to go fishing up at Montgomery Reservoir, just south of Breckenridge. Here's a story where I recollect that we caught 28 trout there in one day. This was in September of 2006, so you were 8 years old at the time. Here's a map that shows how to get to Montgomery Reservoir from Breckenridge. It's easy to access by a car.

5) We used to fish up at the Georgetown Lake.

6) We used to fish up at lake Evergreen a lot.

7) When you were first starting out, we used to fish in that stocked pond down on US Highway 285. I think we have a video of you catching a trout here when you were like 4 or 5, as I recall. Here's the map.

8) One summer we went camping/fishing/hiking up at Wellington Lake, with Charlie and Piper, as I recall. Here's the map to Wellington Lake.


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Saxon Math


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Where were you when I was lonesome?

"Moby: When It's Cold I'd Like To Die"

Where were you when I was lonesome?
Locked away with freezing cold
Someone flying only stolen
I can't tell this light so old

I don't want to swim the ocean
I don't want to fight the tide
I don't want to swim forever
When it's cold I'd like to die

What was that my sweet sweet nothing?
I can't hear you through the fog
If I holler let me go
If I falter let me know

I don't want to swim the ocean
I don't want to fight the tide
I don't want to swim forever
When it's cold I'd like to die

I don't want to swim forever
I don't want to fight the tide
I don't want to swim the ocean
When it's cold I'd like to die

I don't want to swim the ocean
I don't want to fight the tide


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Online Voter Registration

Remember, Republicans vote on Tuesday November 8th, 2016. Democrats vote on Wednesday November 9th.


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CatTraq I

I'm wanting to start tracking my cats again, as I'm not really clear where they're spending their time these days. I found my CatTraq and a little harness to put it on the cats. I plugged it in and it seems to be charging now.

I'm guessing at this point that I need to erase any tracks that are on there already.

So, I extracted all files to here: C:\Users\Rob\Downloads\CatTraq

Then, I ran TerminalSettingSystem.exe. Not real sure what this does.

OK. It says GPS Logger USB was installed successfully on COM4 and it's ready to go. Hmmm.

Run TerminalSettingSystem.exe. This time, it takes a while, like it's downloading data, but then it gives me a password error.

Now, I remove the password and click OK. Starts off again....Loading...
Login failed, please try again!

Changed it to GVT (no password).

This is all I ever get: Login failed, please try again!

I finally took it downstairs and hooked it up to an old XP computer. It immediately copied the files off, deleted the files. So, I erased it, anyway.

Now, I'm trying to figure out how I can tell if it's charged. It has a flashing blue light that flashes intermittently.

OK. Now that I'm digging around, I found some more cat trackers. Apparently, at some point, I ordered the Cat Loc8tor also.


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Random Screening

The alarm goes off at 5:30 a.m. And, I'm up, shuffling around in the darkness. Feed the cats, throw some things in a bag, and I find everything except for my helmet.

Step outside to see that I left my helmet on the bike last night. In the driveway. And it rained.

So, my helmet is wet. Great. Climb onto the bike and head down the mountain. I leave the house at 6:15 a.m. for a 8:45 flight. So, this is right. This is good. I have enough time.

But once I get to I-70 and I-25, the traffic is always backed up, so I'm driving down the shoulder when I pass a Denver city cop. He drops in behind me and pulls me over.

License, Insurance, and Registration.

Great. So, I hand him everything he asked for, but I have no idea where this goes. Do I have warrants? I'm not sure. Maybe. Maybe not.

After a while, the cop returns and hands me a ticket. 1 point. $130 dollars. Worse things have happened. "Be careful out there," I tell him.

Now, I drive out to the airport and roll up to the entrance at Canopy Parking.

"Park in Section C", she tells me.

The signs I pass say park in Section B.

And now, I see a guy in a parking shuttle. "Park in Section D", he barks.

So, it would be nice if they'd get their act together. But this is where we are.

I park my bike, and take a photo of where the bike is parked. The parking spaces are numbered.

The shuttle driver doesn't give me a vehicle locator slip, so I have to ask him to write me one. Once he does, I take a photo of it also.

He just keeps loading more and more people on the the shuttle, without leaving. Until we've been sitting here for 15 minutes and I have to tell him I need to get to the airport.

So, reluctantly, he starts off driving us to the airport.

"What airline are you flying?" he asks.

"I'm not going to a ticket counter. I already have a boarding pass. I want you to drop me off at the first door you come to."

So, he drops me off close to where I asked. I flash my frequent flyer card to one of the coats and now I'm clearing security. But the metal detector beeps when I walk through it.

"Why did I set off the metal detector?" I ask.

"You've been selected for random secondary screening."

Great. Like, after they raped me out in Ontario last week. Just what I wanted.

But he pats me down very briefly, and says "You're good to go." and turns me loose.

Now, I hustle out to the Terminal 3 and find my way out to the gate.

After waiting for about 30 minutes, they start lining us up. Now, I've photoshopped my boarding pass, per usual, so that I can board sooner. But this time, when he scans my boarding pass, somehow he figures out that I'm boarding too soon.

"You board with the C group. Just wait over there," and he waves me off to a corner of the airport collecting dust balls.

Great. So, that sucks, in a big way. See, by not flying for 2 years, I lost my status and now I have to board at the end and I'll be stuck in a middle seat with is just death.

So, finally I get to board with the C group and now, I'm going to be shoe-horned between 2 total strangers. Excellent.

So, finally, I choose a middle seat between 2 women. 1 is fat. 1 is thin. Wearing a wedding ring. Not ideal, but I don't want to go any further back or I'll never get off the plane.

What I missed is the 4 year old sitting behind me. So, I'm uncomfortable, shoe-horned in between 2 strangers. I put my seat back, I shove in my ear plugs, and manage to fall asleep. I wake up as we start our initial descent. Now, the 4 year old wakes up also, and she won't shut up. She's kicking the back of my seat over and over. I want to murder her.

Finally, once we land, I can stand it no longer. People are in the aisle and debarring and this little rugrat won't stop kicking my seat and finally I've had enough. "Would you please ask her to stop kicking my seat?"

But the things mom is this horrid medusa and she's like "She's 4 years old!" She just keeps shouting this at me, over and over like....because she's under 5, apparently she can't be controlled, it seems.

Finally, I manage to escape from my seat and deboard.

Go outside to catch the shuttle bus to Parking Lot 5. The driver asks me where I parked and I tell him exactly where I parked. But he doesn't get it. "I parked at the front of the lot, all the way down, in the shade." Like, I really couldn't make it any clearer.

But now, for whatever reason, everyone on the shuttle bus is asking me why I can't remember where I parked. Which, is absurd. I know exactly where I parked. I park at the same place every time. It never changes. And like...why is no one else talking about where their car is? It's just surreal. Like a bad dream.

"I always take a photo of my car so I don't forget where I parked," this bitch offers.

"I did not forget where I parked. What the fuck is wrong with you people. I know exactly where I parked. If he wasn't going 3 mph we'd be there by now."

Finally, he drives me to my motorcycle, parked exactly where I told him it was.

I hop on the bike and consider my options. This is where my trick of driving away without paying comes into play. But today has not been a good day. The trouble is, I couldn't pay if I wanted to, because I didn't get a ticket when I came in on Thursday. Great.

So, I wheel out of the parking lot without paying and race towards work. A few of us go to lunch as soon as we get to work. In the parking lot, the boss says, "I don't feel like doing anything today." And I'm thinking....that's exactly what I was thinking.


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Random Screening


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