Wednesday, September 9, 2015

A Mighty Lambkin


Days 6 – 13, Family & Friends along the Front Range

We’ve come to Colorado to visit family and friends.  This is my home state and each year when I visit it’s a hustle and bustle to see everyone.   But this year I hope to actually take the time to enjoy the visits.  Before I get too far into today’s blog post I need to make a disclaimer . . . I’m not naming names.  Not everyone is into social media whether it’s Facebook or blogging so it doesn’t seem right to me to name them or post their pictures, with few exceptions.

Our first stop is with Bob’s sister and brother-in-law, R&C.  They are always so fun to be around and very gracious hosts.  Their home is filled with antiques and family heirlooms.  It’s nice to feel so connected to the past, and for Bob to experience the warm memories of loved ones, especially his parents.  We are humbled to sleep in the wedding bed of his grandparents and enjoy our time with R&C.  There little dogs, Frank and Prada keep us entertained.  We missed their son, our nephew, who is away at college for his senior year but hopefully we will see him in July when the entire Watkins family will meet at Topsail Island, NC for an annual reunion.  Good times!
Bob with R&C
 Also in the Denver area, we visit our dear friends, L&J.  Both Bob and I used to work with J during oil shale days.  Shortly after we moved to WA  in late 1985, they did as well.  L called me and said she realized I didn’t know her but from then on I would be her best friend . . . I wear the BFF badge with honor and delight.  She and I talk frequently and text nearly daily so it’s amazing that when we do get to visit face to face there is still so much to talk and laugh about!  They have been living in the greater Denver area for many years and I always enjoy my time with them.  Sorry, no names or pictures!

Our next several days were spent in Fort Collins, where I grew up.  My father passed a year ago but my Mom is still going strong!  She always has a chore or two for Bob to do and he appreciates being trusted to help out.  This visit with Mom is a bit emotional; her younger sister died while we were driving to CO and I think losing a sibling, especially a younger one, has hit her hard.  My sister also lives in the area . . . it’s been stressful for her to juggle her job and keeping an eye on Mom.   Overall, the visit was pleasant and I was delighted to have the opportunity to scan some family photos of my grandfather as a child and my great-grandmother as a young woman.
My Great-Grandmother, age 17
My Grandfather in front of his mother
As mentioned, I grew up in Fort Collins.  My parents moved there when I was about 4 and I didn’t leave until after my freshman year of college at Colorado State University (CSU.)  When I was a kid we lived on Peterson St. in a big old house near what is now the historic part of town.  I drove by the house and found it for sale.  Thanks to Zillow, I discovered it is listed at $598K.  My Mom was certainly surprised by the price tag on “that old house.”

About 5 years old
Peterson St.
 I am a swimmer . . . doing laps was ingrained in me from the time I was about 11 and I’ve enjoyed swimming ever since.  My parents joined a swimming club in the neighborhood and they used to say it was the best money they ever spent on my siblings and myself.   We were there all day, all summer long.  I swam competitively for several years and also enjoyed synchronized swimming in college.  While in high school I worked as a lifeguard and swimming instructor.  That was back in the mid-60’s and we thought it was cool to be very tan; we slathered baby oil and iodine all over ourselves and put lemon juice in our hair to streak it and sun bleach it.  Yes, we were cool . . . and now I’m paying the price by visiting the dermatologist on a regular basis.  I’ve given up on the hair!
A long time ago!
  
In the 48 years since I left Fort Collins I have only been to one high school reunion and that was at the ten-year mark.  I went to Fort Collins High School, class of ’67.  It was a good year!  FCHS is home of the Lambkins.  Yes, Lambkins.  It was either that or the Beet Diggers; Fort Collins grows a lot of sugar beets and especially back in 1893 when the high school was built and their mascot decided upon.  Not only are we the Lambkins, but we are the “mighty, mighty Lambkins and everywhere we go, people want to know who we are, so we tell them . . . we are the Lambkins,” and so on and so on.  Everyone knows that “fight song!”   
Maybe 1966; all of us in something!  Note my Lambkin.

The high school I attended was built in 1924 and stayed open as FCHS until 1995.  It’s currently owned by CSU, and is used for their performing arts programs.  In front of the school are beautiful gardens, which every year are a destination for many Fort Collins residents to meander through and enjoy the blooms. 
FCHS 1923 - 1995

CSU Gardens at the old FCHS
A new FCHS was built in 1995, and those graduates continue to use Lambkins as their mascot; I like to say that I am a “real Lambkin” because back in my day the mascot was a gentle looking little lamb.  Today, the Lambkin mascot looks more like a bulldog with floppy ears. 
1960's Lambkin

2015 Lambkins










This year, thanks to Facebook, one of my friends realized I was in Fort Collins and we arrange to meet for lunch.  I’m delighted to see she’s brought three other friends and the five of us have great fun visiting at our favorite Mexican food hangout, Sam’s Place.  Sam’s place is actually named El Burrito and probably isn’t even owned by Sam anymore but for my era, it is the only place to go for a visit with old friends. (www.facebook.com/Elburrito1960) 

I enjoyed myself so much and now I look forward to attending my 50th reunion in a couple years.  I found there is one great equalizer in life . . . age.  These girls were everything I wanted to be in high school and was never going to be.  But now, we are all women who have experienced life as it was presented to us and the one common denominator is we were all fortunate enough to grow up in Fort Collins, CO and be FCHS Lambkins.
1967
Just a few years have gone by!
Our time in Fort Collins came to an end.  It’s harder and harder to tell my Mom goodbye . . . you just never know when that last goodbye will be.  We’ve made plans for her to come to WA in the spring; she loves tulips and not far from where our children live is an annual tulip festival.  Something to look forward to!
My parents from a couple years ago.  Sadly, Dad is gone now.
The next and last stop in our visits along the Front Range is outside Denver with my brother and sister-in-law, L&D.  This is the same L&D who came to Lake Tahoe in late May to share time with us on our first post-retirement road trip.  They have lived east of greater Denver for several years.  They have a beautiful place with acreage, rolling hills and horses.  Our first morning, we were treated by a small herd of deer grazing on the lawn. 
 
My brother's yard, where the deer play!

Bob driving my brother's restored Nova

The day was chock-full of activity when my two nephews, their wives, and four children showed up for a BBQ.  I only get to see my great-niece and three great-nephews once a year so I’m always taken back by how much they’ve grown and changes.  Two of them are 11 and two are 8.  My sister, also an L, joined us for all the fun!
My brother L and sister, also L

My brother & sister-in-law & their family
 There’s never enough time to visit family and friends.  I always wish for more and hope they feel the same.  My insight for today is I’ve gone home but it’s now time to move on.  Thanks for following the journey!

Sunday, September 6, 2015

Rocky Mountain High


Days 4 - 5, Through the Rockies to the Front Range

After a lovely afternoon visiting our old home (now Desert Sun Vineyards) in Grand Junction, CO we headed east on I-70 through beautiful De Beque Canyon.  Carved by the Colorado River, the canyon winds a narrow path between the sedimentary layers along the river and below Grand Mesa.  We pass through the towns of Parachute, Battlement Mesa, Rifle, Silt and New Castle and marvel at how much each has changed over recent years, This is ranching and mining (coal, oil shale) country. 
 
Parachute CO


Our initial destination is Glenwood Springs, one of my favorite places in the whole world.  We enjoy a soak in the pools and enjoy our views of the red rocks surrounding the canyon.
Glenwood Hot Springs
The warm pool
The hot pool
If you are a fan of the Wild West, Glenwood is the site of Doc Holliday’s grave, however some dispute it.  Just south of Glenwood, nestled between the Sawatch and Elk Ranges, is the town of Aspen.  Founded as a mining camp during Colorado’s silver boom, it is now best known for its four ski areas and home to many celebrities.  Let’s just say we could never afford to live in or around Aspen with some of the highest real estate prices in the country!

Immediately east of Glenwood Springs is Glenwood Canyon, one of the last pieces of the interstate to be completed in the US.  Sections of the 17-mile canyon road are double decked and all of it flows through beautiful White River National Forest.  Carved by the Colorado River, the mouth of the Roaring Fork is on the west end and the east end is at Dotsero, where the Eagle River flows into the Colorado.  The canyon is peppered with rafting and kayak expeditions and the river alternates between muddy brown full of sediments, and a clear mountain stream.  This canyon always evokes a sense of admiration and reverence; truly a beautiful drive.

Glenwood Canyon
Red Rocks outside Glenwood
 Leaving the Canyon, we are immediately struck with the growth of the Eagle Valley.  Once just a pretty ranching valley it is now booming with the tiny communities of Dotsero and Gypsum, not so tiny anymore!  Eagle, Minturn, and Wolcott have all experienced boom growth.  Avon and Edwards, once barely more than truck stops, are now thriving communities leading to Colorado’s ski country.  All of these communities once had several trailer parks, home to the thousands of seasonal ski area workers.  Now the communities are booming with neighborhood housing areas and the infrastructure necessary for the small towns.
 
Beaver Creek and Vail have filled the valley, with beautiful homes, condos, and amenities; the ski runs lace the mountainsides.  All of the Colorado mountain towns are now year-around resorts with beautiful golf courses, biking and hiking trails, and of course all the natural beauty of the Rockies. 
Vail
We can’t help but wish we’d bought property years ago in the Eagle Valley . . . oh yes, in 1983 we bought a timeshare in Vail.  We had some good family times staying there and back then it was the only way we could afford to stay in Vail for a ski vacation.  We can’t imagine what skiing costs now, let alone staying for a week.  No wonder the timeshare industry continues to thrive!

Vail Pass
Although 10, 650’ elevation, Vail Pass, in the summer, is an easy and lovely drive.  We stopped at the top to admire the views and at the suggestion of a biker decided to drive over to Breckenridge to find a hotel for the night.  Bob always enjoyed skiing Breck (years ago!) because it had broad runs and seemed geared more to the intermediate level skier.  Maybe it still has that reputation?  Regardless, the town is still a pleasant place to be; wish we had more time!  Our insight for today . . . why aren’t we taking more time to enjoy the CO places we love?  We are retired after all, and time should not be an issue!  There's always more places we'd like to see.
Summit County Courthouse

Ski runs in background














The next morning we continue onward, driving past Dillon Reservoir (Silverthorne) and up the long push to the Eisenhower Tunnel, a dual bore, four lane tunnel at over 11,000’ elevation under the Continental Divide.  It’s one of the highest vehicular tunnels in the world, the longest mountain tunnel on the interstate system and also one of the last stretches to be completed in 1979.  I have a personal connection to the tunnel; my father used to do concrete testing during the construction phase.  It is a monumental piece of highway.

Overlooking Dillon Reservoir
Eisenhower-Johnson Tunnel
Exiting the tunnel, it is downhill from here as we wind through Clear Creek Canyon.  This is American West and also silver and gold mining country.  Georgetown hosts Buffalo Bill Daze every September; his grave is on Lookout Mountain outside Golden.  There are several mines in the area, including the Edgar Mine, which is the experimental mine owned by Colorado School of Mines (Bob’s alma mater, Class of ‘69).  He spent many hours learning to be a mucker and a miner underground at that mine!
Bob & Fellow Alum @ Edgar Mine
Clear Creek Canyon















Passing through the Dakota Hogback we drop into the greater Denver suburbs along the Front Range.  Taking C-470 in front of Morrison we have a view of Red Rocks, recently named a National Monument.  It’s a great hiking area but also a venue for concerts and Easter sunrise services.

Denver is a big urban sprawl of about 2.5 million population in the metropolitan area.  At a mile high the city butts up to the foothills and stretches eastward across the high plains.  Downtown Denver (near the Capitol) is the confluence of Cherry Creek and the South Platte River. 
 
Colorado Capitol with Golden Dome

The skyline is marked with high rises and there seems to be no end to the growth of the suburbs.  Over the years we have both spent a lot of time in the greater Denver area so it’s easy for us to get around.  We’ll be spending several days along the Front Range from Denver up to Fort Collins and look forward to visiting family and friends.  I’m home in the traditional sense but I know this isn’t where I belong.  My roots are here in Colorado but my heart is now in WA. 

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

The Grand Junction in Our Lives


Days 3 & 4, Southern ID to Western CO

It’s a long stretch of highway between Rupert, ID and Tremonton, UT . . . there’s really nothing in between except for a couple rest stops and Snowville, UT.  That town is aptly named because in the winter this piece of I-84 is constant blowing snow, poor visibility, and treacherous roads.  We remember it well from our Christmas 1985 moving trek from CO to WA.  But today, it is a beautiful summer day and the sky is blue; a nice change from the smoke haze we have been driving in for the last couple days.  At Tremonton, the highway joins up with I-15 and we continue south into the northern reaches of the greater Salt Lake valley.

Some 80,000 LDS pioneers escaped religious persecution by making the trek across the country and eventually settled in the valley.  Brigham Young declared “this is the place” and what a beautiful place it is!  The valley is part of the Great Basin, nestled between the majestic Wasatch mountain range to the east and the Oquirrh range on the west.  Today, the valley is filled with agriculture and several bustling cities . . . Brigham City, Salt Lake City, Provo and numerous suburban communities. 
Beautiful Brigham City
It's a sign!
At Spanish Forks we veer east on US-6, and immediately climb to the top of Soldier’s Summit.  Cresting the summit we decline into coal country, a major mining activity of these hills outside Price, UT.
Soldier's Summit

Price Canyon


The road is then straight and wide open across the desert, part of the San Rafael Swell geologically, bordered by the majestic Book Cliffs to the east.  This is dinosaur country and there are numerous digs in the distant hillsides.  Green River, UT is known for its melons, especially watermelons and through the years we have enjoyed our share.


Going from Price to Green River
US-6 joins I-70 at Green River and we turn east toward Colorado.  This area is very familiar to Bob as he lived in Moab back in the 1970’s when he was a young mining engineer.  He worked in the uranium mines long before Moab was known for mountain biking, and provided support to many small uranium mines within a day’s drive of Moab.  Continuing east for several miles we enter Colorful Colorado.  Home!

Welcome!
Immediately we begin the descent into the Grand Valley, with its majestic view of Mt. Garfield, Grand Mesa, and Colorado National Monument behind us. 
Colorado National Monument
The town is Grand Junction, and I moved there in 1972 with two small children and my former husband (John) who was a new city police officer.  Sadly, we divorced a few years later but by then GJ was home.  I remained in the area and returned to school at Mesa College, now Colorado Mesa University.  Upon graduation in 1978 I worked in banking and later financial administration for the uranium industry.  The “kids” and I lived in a little house on Zuni Drive.  Today, it seems even smaller but driving by my heart just filled with memories of their young childhoods. 
Our home on Zuni Dr.

Bob had moved to GJ in 1978 to work for a uranium subsidiary (URADCO) of Pennsylvania Power & Light.  This was the height of the nuclear power industry in the US; it was a major career break for Bob when he was tasked with starting up the office and heading up the operations for PP&L.  Our paths crossed in early 1979 when I was hired by URADCO.  The heyday of the nuclear industry in the US ended abruptly with the accident at Three Mile Island in 1979, and eventually PP&L closed the office.

After the collapse of uranium exploration, Bob and I both moved to the burgeoning oil shale industry.  I worked for Occidental and Bob for Tenneco; both companies were partners on the Cathedral Bluffs oil shale project on the Piceance basin in Western CO.  This project gave Bob one of his biggest mining challenges and accomplishments with the design and construction of two deep mining shafts and the development of underground mining plans on a huge scale not previously seen in the US.  Both of us made professional connections and personal friends who will last a lifetime. 

What began as a professional working relationship became a friendship, and by March 1981 we were married.  What!  Yes, it was a fast courtship but nearly 35 years later we are still friends and happy, together.  In retrospect, Grand Junction truly was the “grand junction” in our lives. 
The Big Day!
 The Grand Valley was formed by the Colorado River, which flows out of the Rocky Mountains and across the plateau on into UT and eventually down to CA.  The river is widely used for irrigation and as a result the valley floor is peppered with orchards, most notably peaches.  Colorado Palisade peaches are the best in the west and since I’ve lived lots of other places I’d venture to say they are the best anywhere.  Delicious!

When Bob and I married, we moved into his 5-acre home on what is called Orchard Mesa.  Bob’s land was mostly pasture where we boarded horses, and also undeveloped land.  The house was a beautiful custom built home, cedar siding, with a view of the entire valley, Mt. Garfield, Grand Mesa and the Uncompahgre plateau.  We set about making it home for all of us with personalizing rooms for Amy & Shane, redecorating the master, partially finishing the basement, and laying a concrete pad to use as a basketball court.  Naturally, we all put our names in the concrete pad, declaring, “this is home.” Bob planted about ½ acre in garden, which was soon overly abundant, and I spent a lot of time freezing vegetables, making pickles, and canning fruit from the orchards near us.  Life was good!

Mining is a cyclic industry and the oil shale boom began its dramatic downturn and in the summer of 1984.  I was “down-sized” and a year later Bob had his termination date and we began planning the next move.  We immediately put our home up for sale, as we knew we would be leaving Grand Junction.  The local economy collapsed quickly and when we left at Christmas 1985 to begin our long moving trek to WA we left our home on the market and hoped for the best.  We were grateful Bob had a new job in the nuclear industry and we were committed to keeping our relatively new family together and strong, and exploring the Pacific NW.

It wasn’t easy.  It took about 3 years before we had an offer for our Grand Junction home.  It wasn’t a great offer from our perspective but it was a fair market offer from the buyer’s perspective, and we had to accept it.  We moved on but emotionally a piece of our hearts remained in GJ and in that home, our first home together as a family.

Throughout the years Amy & Shane would drive by the house whenever they traveled to CO to visit their father and they would tell us about the changes and improvements to the property.  Things like “there’s a new fence” or the “house has been painted” or “the trees have really grown.”  One year the update was “the pasture is now a vineyard.”  We were so surprised by this because Bob had always wanted to plant grapes and my exact words were “Western CO is not Italy or Southern CA.”  Little did I know . . . the rich soils that produced peach orchards could also support grapes and a fledgling wine industry began in the Grand Valley of western Colorado.

Since we had watched the WA wine industry grow, it was interesting to us that our “old home in GJ” was now growing grapes.  In 2013 we made a trip to CO to see family and early one morning we drove by our “old home” and found that it was flying a flag “Desert Sun Vineyards.”  Amazing!

While continuing on our trip we looked up a Facebook page for the winery.  Under the “about us” tabs we discovered that the same people who had purchased the home in 1987 still owned it and they obviously loved the property, making it into everything Bob had ever visualized for it.  We initiated contact with the owners and were invited to visit the next time we were in town. www.facebook.com/pages/Desert-Sun-Vineyards/

So on this 2015 trip we did . . . nearly thirty years after leaving Grand Junction we visited our “old home.”  What a pleasure!  We were warmly greeted by Doug and Kathy, and given a personal tour of the winery, tasted the grapes which were ready to pick, drank wine, saw all the upgrades to the irrigation system, oohed and awed over all the beautiful landscaping, and explored the beautifully remodeled (and yet, kind of familiar) home.  After 32 years our names were still inscribed in the concrete pad! 
Bob & Amy, 9/1/1983


Le Anna & Shane Watkins
We sat on the comfortable covered patio, enjoyed delicious peach crisp and enjoyed getting to know one another.  Our takeaway?  We wished we could be neighbors.  As beautiful as the property/home have become the “new” owners are even lovelier.
Water fountain

Grapes
View of Mt. Garfield

Pond and leaning Cottonwoods

Tree planted by Bob in 1980

Vineyards



































A little insight . . . thirty-five+ years ago we were at the right place, at the right time, at the Grand Junction in our lives.  We’ve moved on, had lots of adventures, a few trials and tribulations, laughter, and tears.  But today we enjoyed coming home.