I took this picture near the top of Mount Evans in Colorado. I don’t remember what the year was, but I know that the federal government paid to send Cindy to training in Denver. I took vacation and we drove out together. While she was in the classroom, I was out driving around in the mountains.
Mount Evans is the highest paved road in North America. Also, as you can see in this picture, there are mountain goats there. This wasn’t the first time I had been on Mount Evans. When I was a kid in the 1950’s our family took a vacation road trip to Colorado. We were driving to the top of Mount Evans, and were almost to the top when the transmission went out in my dad’s 1954 Dodge. We had to coast to the bottom of the mountain, making frequent stops to let the brakes cool. We made it safely to the bottom and coasted into a Buick dealership in Idaho Springs. It was the first repair shop we came to within coasting distance.
I’m leaving big chunks out of this story; things like the nice people who accompanied us down the mountain so we would make it down safely. Also, how the mechanic at the Buick dealership gave dad the bad news about the transmission being shot, and the guy at the dealership who was willing to give dad credit for a new car based on the fact that dad was wearing a Masonic ring, and the looks on the face of the motel manager who rented dad a room when he was driving a ’54 Dodge and saw us leave a few days later driving a ’56 Buick.
I want to go back to Mount Evans.
This has been another day for listening to music. It started this morning when I went for a short walk. I put on my MP3 player and the first song playing was Pigs by Pink Floyd from their Animals album. It is my favorite album by them. Next up was Nights In White Satin by The Moody Blues. It’s probably their best known song. By that time the cold was getting to me, so I returned home.
While eating my morning oatmeal I listened to some mariachi music, and then The New Grass Revival’s Fly Through The Country album. I love variety.